Almighty “I”
Unable to sleep, Ipray all nightfor the day to dawn. And when it does, Ifeel so proud,for having made it happen!
USP
Maybe not a bed of roses,surely more than blade of grass!Longing for special-special to someone,special in something,special a purpose…In foaming to graspillusive that spot,phases of moonpass me by,birdsong fades innoise of waves…Magic is lost, ofcommon a life-unsung asthat twig unseen,in breaking of whichflowers fall…
Old House
With the offbeat charm of ataxidermized giraffethat spins on its own axis in the middle of a sandstorm, unaffectedby the desert sands that howland flake the skin and so affectedcarried by the winds that spin the houseon its axis.Apetalous,a rose stripped of thorn and flower,starch paint and stiff gluebinds creaking joints and thinly coversthe scent […]