By They Pass

By they pass, I see them not I stand, alone, unwelcomed their world, their cliques are foreign soil Liberated by exclusion Grainy flashes; colours pass seen askance, like shadows Snap them while they study me Though shooting, I’m not looking They fear lone wolves though I am not I’m alpha lion, outcast I watch the…

Lagos Secretos

It floats on misty lakes that trees possess like jealous lovers, raining dying leaves like spent, dripping, leftover love. Blue waves lap at shores where she hides, in the deep, eyes to the treetops. Blinding leaves of sunlight breathe a lover’s kiss, cool raw, and fraught with summer’s wisdom. It laps at her toes, freshly…

Take His Hand

This is one of my oldest poems. I wrote it in my early 20s. I figured I’d throw it out here, because … reasons. Contorted faces wracked with pain scream with voices no one hears distorted fears descend like rain on shattered souls who drown in tears sordid horrors drive those insane who seek out…

she brought me february

she brought me february skin of snow and fire i heard the moon dancing joyful of july’s promises of me and finally, you blizzards of night lights on empty highways that clock the moments, watch me die of hunger with the blood of your fresh kill hot on my lips winter’s wind stings my eyes…

no place like home

Scribbles in his pad habitually making lists captures the important news of the day Looked for work that wasn’t there found a place – almost indoors and close to shopping On his way he hurriedly goes because there are things to do places to be, and there’s no place like home

If I Lose My Grip

If I lose my grip, will you hold onto me, baby? Suppose I slide beneath the waves of your placid seas, will you slide in after me? Can we drown together, in the wet, the slippery slope of you, baby? If I slide off my tether, and your ring falls beneath my stride, can you…

If I Could Mount Your Love

If I could mount your love on display for the world to see they would marvel at your tender strength see the bold reds of your enduring pain sequestered beneath your smile the temperate pools of your touches would spill into inevitable waterfalls of emotion, sometimes torrents, heated by your muted sufferings, and though each…

I Promise

I swear to fly you south, my sweet to have some fairy play and smooch your chubby chipmunk cheeks I’ll kiss the tears away – give secret trips (with airplane rides) So, hopefully, you’ll stay I’ll try to paint you stories too that you can read along Buy unicorns and magic dust or sing you…

Death Toll

City night is calling, to one who never sleeps It sounds o’er treetops; sirens blow Another mother weeps Empty arms embracing, then clutch an empty heart Night sounds – again the sirens wail Another life departs City night is tolling, for we who never sleep It sounds, and gunshots break a heart Again, the city…

Woman

Up there, somewhere beyond what is – that place where tomorrow breaches the stillness of despair – softly, she dares to impugn the unassailed logic of pain. Woman Yielding is her strength though she is fraught with self-doubt, it is feeling and not knowing that draws her closer to godhood. Man will know, so truth…