Time is a predator Tick-tock is how it’s spent Until the thread is visibly shorter Than the mind ever imagined A carcass awaits every dream Where vultures assemble to feed on the cynicism Of what was left behind And only the memory of youth is Left fossilizing As bone.
Month: November 2016
Constipation (Humor Poem)
Searching for the early Parkinson’s twitch Or the Alzheimer’s gap, I gently trudge past The eponyms that could define me When my knee makes creaky noises a habit And my knuckles crunch as I type the keyboard Of an old typewriter And perhaps if I was lucky enough I would have a disease named after…
To The One That Never Was
You the apple in the grape orchard That chews a part of me Still. Like the lost wreck below many nautical miles That holds a finder’s treasure Ingots of carats that could make me exalt in joy Or surrender in a kiss And you, in the fogged and misted orchard Who holds the aspirations of…
Asylum
There are places That protect the heart, even the mind From stark realities of impoverished life. When the heart broken and the demented Choose to find a place of idleness and composure To rest and reclaim the life one used to know. And sometimes we stay years inside the places We inevitably call asylums, to…
Cricket Dreams
A lottery would be A little scratch pad that rustles something inside And that old man with the ticket Was like a school yard kid on a piece of turf Playing cricket. And that kid too had a lottery In his palm. A little bat that would unlock a little treasure On a bare patch…
Royalty
The past unfurls and the asphalt paths Seem like scarelet Turkish carpets I guess the peasant I see every day on the mirror Forgot my blood lines, my royalty Of a clement past, I cease to remember And the horror that I can’t seem to forget Fate is not growing wings inside a cocoon It…
