Like old friends making up
after too many years
of the fine and high lonesomes
it’s time we get shed of our ways

So take a deep breath
and listen up
all you bad hombres
I **** you not

You may have run off
into the ditch of your past
and let love spin like a wheel
until an old man came by
looking for pop bottles
and bagged it all up

We’ve seen a lifetime of days
sweating blood for nothing
and now this is the night
of nights to do something

Keep your boot on the clutch,
steady, and ready to drive through
the fog of love’s misery or mystery,
the happy, the heartbroken, a sly
smile and a flick of a tongue on red lips,
your truck hitting smooth on all six.

Love Spell
Your smile takes me under love spell
My love I love you and I do but know
What I have to carry and what to tell
Beauty gives the way to stream to flow

Your excellence of style takes but all
To the heavenly abode in different style
This is what my love is the real love call
Which takes me away from all for awhile

I trust my instinct to be along the shore
Sea of love and beauty are to coincide
The wine I want to drink more and more
Let us be on the same grid far and wide

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow

Arranging for a ******
in ****** land-
to buy peace.

Human voices were
forbidden.

You look absolutely
cozy in fragrant mode,
sitting eyes wide open, under
the jasmine shrub.

Raising the conscience
money for no guilt.

Now sit beside me and
listen to the pinnacle crumbling.

Naked as a moon, I don't need
clouds to cover my scars.
A watertight, flawless promise
with destiny was made of-

Incontrovertible friendship.

The daily assaults
hit me, like the serrated
spine of stingray.

This moment of hubris
stares at me, eyes wide open.
What you did't know
was always overwhelming.

Something enters into
your blood. How many years
you need to live?

The hope was exploding.
Overnight you become very old,
tired and exhausted, quitting
the corrosive throne.

Everyday a poem
is ejected, to keep me sane.

Faultless like a yellow rose
I paint on the blind-
spot of bonding.

You cannot carry it
to the end.
I will not put up any claim.

Walk through my heart
in snow.
I will paint a yellow moon.

Come October, I
will weave the wreaths of
smoke, to invite the piper.

Where would you
lead me under the autumn
fall? My name holds nothing.

I will not be last
word in the novelette of a legend.
Stories come and fade.