Tag: poet

  • Knowing you

    Despite these nihilistic rants, I write,  a small, hopelessly naïve,  irrationally optimistic part of me wishes we could leave this world alive, together, either by rapture or  second coming, not experiencing  those final throes and violent reminders  of a life wasted — one recklessly thrown  away, despite what we’ve achieved or who we’ve become. That…

  • Recovery

    I spent years disgruntled like a weary Ufologist pitching his tent in the desert and looking through a telescope for signs and symbols, like a first-grader attempting to play Liszt until time broke me like lightning tears a telephone pole, now, aged, with regret caressing my face with her fingers like the first five syllables…

  • Post-Valentine’s Day Sonnet

    I think I’m letting go of the unsettling past with every tick and tock of the old clock, with each  sweet, precious moment spent with you. I’m holding fast  to rhythms, patterns, and things I’d deemed out of reach;  songs, sequences, and echoes promising much more than dying haunts — the yellowing grass and spoilt…

  • A dream

    The saints ascend to Elysian realms step by step   while I only dream of chariots of stars,   carrying with me from age to age my pain and scars,   burning with false fire and quasi-pep.  The saints cross sea green silky fields,  having fought the righteous war and won with their breastplates of…