Crooked

October 28, 2012

#10 Crooked

Last words were please …please … please
all inside my honeycomb, my pretty bomb
exploded in multiples of self respect, an evaluation
of a strong autumn, a period of indolence.
Caught crazy in a loop of apologetic looks,
lost the map, lame purpose of writing another hopeless
night with a crooked light on my face.

Dodge

October 27, 2012

#9 Dodge

Through food bills torn and crushed, cars parked all over my street,
painted feelings of this glass, I dodge and duck, all the fire,
metal pieces thrown at my imaginary self, projected outside my window,
regain the handkerchief of sanity, wasted in rain light -
every room, a grave for future, the dust of dilemma.

Brownout

September 12, 2012

#8 Brownout

Burnt myself brown, darker than shoe-polish stains,
hydrocarbons aromatic, cyclic and nauseating . Smiled back
at the bushes, pockets of empty. Escaping from the
forest of burning trees and the thick smoke of bees, towards
the water source - the trickle of life.

Soundproof

#7 Soundproof

Realists think that we can’t hear what they think
about us. I’m sure that we heard her sulk, more than
once and  every time she swallows her shortcomings,
we pretend as if no pin has ever dropped, no heads
have ever turned in constant silence.

Dampness

#6 Dampness

Can I read out these leaves before they are wetter
than this weather? This dampness of the suburbs
and the mating street dogs leave behind a subtle
distraction, our eyes can’t retract. We twitch
to every exhaust of every pollutant.

Unpopular

#5 Unpopular

Music can take me there where education couldn’t.
Well I’m more of a student than a musician,
more pale than white, immensely unpopular with
my thoughts, they are so random and incoherent,
I can barely construct an image from the residual twilight.