Monday, 18 July 2011


You’re yawning up way too much
of this life
I’m just waiting for your death
so I can cherish your words
in another matter

I’m a reflection, rather than a thief
when it comes down
to syllables

What is needed is taken
What is taken isn’t yours
to begin with

What is ordained
remains the glowing ash
before the sweep

Stop your moon-trafficking
and dissolve

Friday, 1 July 2011


She is neither woman nor child
but she makes my gut weep
for suspenseful solitude

An abridgement of our life
Sorted, signed, and agreed upon
Shackled to the heart but not to the arms