There are Cinderella stories And jackpots. Still nothing beats The man searching for God in this revolving Waste dump. God seem to adhere To the NIMBY signs – Not in My Back Yard – And lives in a far-away land Too far for the sequoia ladders Or the rain poles or even for that matter…
Day: April 4, 2017
Little Insects
She, the wasp that could glide The butterfly with frock-like wings Drawn like a moth to a flame To a cockroach lurking In her heart. Her cheeks blushed And pimpled like bite marks Of bed bugs. She hung on Like a flea to his flesh and milked The sap like an aphid. The waggle Dance…
