How To Find God?

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…

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…