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

Loyalty, the flying insignia of those with Nobility at heart— at least before it was shot down from the sky in a winged assault Now look at them a souvenir for huntsmen they once revered with all their all, displayed in a museum under the title: Who was my beloved hound in my game of chess? Loyalt...Read more

The flames danced high, Unapologetic as a Confucius scholar Before a Taoist ruler Daring the night To send a rally of minions To steal a spotlight They could never orchestrate— A play meant for the cognizant, Not the cold black souls whose allegiance stands with the lunar. As I was, Until recently,...Read more

It was fair game until it yielded no gain. The lion’s mane you bore became the perfect walking cane, until it tripped your feet and hurled you into gravity’s embrace You sit now in the only seat you can claim: a stage for every gaze. Still, you wear the mask, the guise of majesty— the king of clown...Read more

I lacked the feral energy of a congressman, Tackling feuds with the ease of a mused marionette, Sending every heave that dared the mountains Into Giza’s pictorial epitome— A vision of elite on this humble earth, Before Heaven’s grace scattered leaves at the wind’s beckoning, Calling it the tailoring...Read more

Your overhead lights of pragmatism reached places my mind, sprawling with spontaneity, could never have envisioned With time, you fall prey to your own prison of hypervigilance What shall I use to counter your barbed wire that refuses aid? What mafia should I send to kick-start a jailbreak— masquer...Read more

In my field skipped by the rains Deemed too wretched to know the world of green Declared to know only of beige Doomed to wilt inevitably beneath the scorch My stalks danced ceremoniously to the wind’s calling— the same voice that machined the turn of the key in the dungeon where I lay comatose, bl...Read more

Why is the world only transparent in my darkest hour? I share its shadows with predecessors who walked the same road Only at the lunar eclipse do the bells of clarity chime. Only then does the beacon of comprehension illuminate the cave brooding with ambiguities. Should I jubilate as my tower of i...Read more