Prophesy

Can I open your heart almost, Like a little can of Sardines is opened by a can opener, Carving through muscle and vessel. Can I know that you are unexpirable, Like the relentless wind, Or the hungry ocean, And those eyes, those mahogany irises That wrap every incoming visual Scripting Nerudesque love poems And you,…

Truth In The Time of Cholera

 ## It is a nagging feeling to be lied to, By everyone I know, or have known, Bluffed by serial words, of a pastime, That makes white lies, burning wounds. I still howl, like a stray dog, being called So many names, so often, as I open up, for just some Feed, from kind souls,…