Napkin feels a noose too tight As shrills of merriment bombard me at every corner. Your parrots flock around you, echoing your gauntlet of dissatisfaction— for everything is a set table, awaiting royalty to dine. Any deviation is an orchestra off-tune I sit, a lapdog— or so you would believe. Accor...Read more
You were there at the beginning. You saw the birth perhaps a wet nurse while the Cenozoic era fussed Its ears heard your lullaby Its cries drowned with time As it grew, its skin turned maritime You are here now, just outside my doorstep, splashing orange across my bay window as you enter A muse th...Read more
The rain is falling as I hang yawning straws for feet, a smirk of knowing growing between us A pharaoh in the meadow No birds fawning. In this field clothed with brown, a windstorm snatches the crown you once placed on me, visible to all My staff jostles somewhere in a puddle’s distortion. A fine...Read more
Rains of envy plaster my doorstep. Moss wakes in the damp, stretching from sleep Even the air I breathe knows too much— glasses lift, foaming with connivance, gold meeting silver, while I remain bronze at the door To what end do I wait for sakura to contend with a fate already fading with the seas...Read more
Please be there There I linger in anguish Anguish you gathered around me Me in a straitjacket, sinking Sinking through heavy depths Depths I never imagined Imagined blue curtains parting Parting to play peekaboo Peekaboo with your soft face Face me, my dear Dear Jay of the mockingjay Mockingjay come...Read more
Galvanised by a raspberry kiss, the dents you seek may not taste so sweet. A sight a right once left pulverised in an embrace behind my eyes. A bereaved, grouchy staircase unwinds, each step a shimmy down the chimney where a beansprout turns its quiet merry-go-round, green with the audacity to keep ...Read more
A mountain breathing dust through Giza’s patient desert, I met my doppelgängers waiting in the hinterlands Blinkered by a mist of complicity, footfalls echoed what we could not name. We circled what remained until the sand knew us, sediment waiting for ablution to betray it We kept our sea of clar...Read more
Your lamb eyes whispered— a tin-can phone threaded with years trembled between us My heart gathered every unspoken syllable Your outstretched hands— and my feet listened before I could refuse So there I was, in twilight, waiting for the storm that already knew me Your mouth danced to the rhythm of m...Read more
How can I ever let you sully your hands over something that thrives on phantasm? The smoke burns my foresight, yet the mirror reflects a Quasimodo with a flower in hand, as Esmeralda waltzes a breeze from a summer I never felt I know I am only shooting myself in the foot, fingers crossed, praying t...Read more
I believe like all neogenesis of things I took one glance, walked right past you, deemed you vanilla to my dulce de leche, a plateau to my exponential temperament I read you like an open book, giving my hands something to do twirling your pages into dog-ears. I thought you would be The Count of Mon...Read more
In my juxtaposition of dimensions, edificed meticulously by a thirst for Notre Dame Cathedral, a fervent tune whistles through me the empirical cure for my malady: boredom, adrift on a rowboat from Constantinople Beneath me, a mollifying duvet of deception pads the fall. Above, the skyscraper stand...Read more
They loom over acrobatic, smirking teleporting giants, outlines of black slipping through space where our greyhound eyes see only a mist of void. We catch a mantra midway— only to drop it, dismissing it as nature’s grumbling. Behind our assumptions lies a quiet conspiracy poured, not spoken, for...Read more
Lugging the suitcase missing front wheels Tugging the back ones not to go Hugging my insides Waiting like a kid with a grazed knee for the gingerbread man To give the magical saccharine treat To make the throb go away Only the wind sits with me In the cold Preparing for the ferriswheel r...Read more
You fumbled the ball you once threaded through nets just to scratch an itch Your winning streak still winks gold at Gibraltar hands once slick with craft, fuming with viscous triumph Like a blind samurai moving through threats, like an electric eel diving Maelmos deep, living to tell the tale whil...Read more