Dilantha Snowden – The Prisoner of Paradise

I’m no nationalist – I’m allergic to Symbols venerating lion’s blood Nor do I write trendy poems To reconcile butchers – on both sides – With their cuts of meat I’m just a catholic boy – in a man’s boots With a healthy dose of stranger’s syndrome Inside my pocket-sized home After all I’m a…

Terrorism

It is just that the scrap of waffle I put inside the mouth cavity Or the piece of dark chocolate I chew between my gums Reminds me how transient sweetness is Just like an airport rendez-vous – Where kinship breeds on shoulders Love crashes as tokens on lips And generosity is bridged in wrist –…