Pie In The Sky

One hand holds
a glass of ice, the other
holds a plate of rice.
The mouth is about
to feast, but the room
turns black, and everything
disappears.

2021

The Boundary

Tell me more, but you won’t.
I’d like to ask more questions,
but now I won’t.

Your gestures, your curls,
the shirt in your imagination,
all but left them forlorn.

The wind is the same wind
that carried us to this
nocturnal boundary.

2021

Dystopia

The drinking mouth
has gone to summer woods.
Not letting its tongue utter
verbs and adjectives.

2021

mourning

we lose some, we lost a lot.
the past is gone, the now is pain.
we cried, and we cry again.

2021

The Emblem

It’s not the fall of man.
Neither the case of inferiority.
They rise to the occasion
Like sturdy eagles’ wings.
Painting their red blood on every wall,
Chanting a local song.

The skies turn blue.
The sun sparks in yellow.
The tombstones of their grandfathers
Are washed out, turning to white.

Night arrives like an unbridled horse,
Galloping under the three stars
Unhidden by clouds.

Freedom at last.
They find gratitude to their God.

2021

gauche

clumsy are your body
movements like a dance on
a stage, not graceful, not
flawless.

your mind speaks of
cluttered dishes in the
kitchen, turning the floors
into a war of many things.

2021

plum cake

you paraphrased
your angry statement
and it tasted like a true
plum cake.

2021

brute

don’t say sorry
when you don’t mean it.
don’t mess up
with my feelings.
i’m way better than
your pathetic feelings.
don’t just walk away
without saying where
you’re going.
you’re being insensitive,
rude, dishonest, indifferent.
let me slap you on your face,
spank you on your butt,
hit you with a rod,
but these words are sharper
than ten thousand knives.
reality bites but i’m a sight for sore eyes.

2021

oxygen

am i selfish?
am i blind?
there are other hands to help.
there are other eyes to witness.

will you reprimand me?
will you utter what’s in your head?

but i want to be on my own.
but i want to feel okay.
even if there are others around me.
even if they know i am not okay.

2021

horizon

we scrub
our grudges and
changed our dirty
blankets.
our warm feet
are talking like
sirens during the
curfew hours.

2021