So close to freedom,
It's on the tip of my tongue.
It tastes so sweet.

My exhausted, aching body trudges along in the retched corridors filled with the people that make this place unbearable.

Except you.

You're the shimmer of light in the dull, dismal corridor. Brightening my day like the sunrise in the early morning. A smile comes to my face and I think of the day we can be free together.

I would want nothing more.

At 5 I was convinced I was
a flower
whose vocation was imitating
their final hysterical
wail
once Winter awoke from its
anorexia.

I pleaded my case with
a botanist
whose seamstress wife consented to stitch
a tutu of Kadupul
flowers,
like a fairy godmother warning of their death at
dawn.

At 16 I finally danced
their goodbye,
petals whisked off as if molted
layers of skin
and only when at the end I stood naked
did the concept of death have
definition.

paradise must be very close
words are hard to mine
out a mind and heart
captivated by tranquil
island called home

Fake
You put on a pretty face for everyone else
But you have showed me underneath the mask
Should I be grateful for that?
Because you unload on me
Everything
Constantly irritated
You're always a loaded gun
And our friendship is like Russian Roulette
I never know if or when you're going to blow my head off
Fake
Pretending like everything is okay
But ripping my head off when no one else is around
How long am I supposed to go along
With the act?
We have our good moments
and those are really good
but most of the time
you are a bull ready to charge

a man mourns at the grave of his wife-
rightly so-
He mourns for all Mankind-
who ever is was and will be

Just a second ago
I cut my own risks
And watched myself slip around
In a pool of acquiescence

I picked her up
One night
To take her on a trip

"Where's the radio?" she asked, "It's too **** quiet in here!"

On the radio went
And it played
The lovely music

"Do you like this song?" she asked

I told her I did
The song still
Rings in my ears to this day

i am in love with all my brothers and sisters:
when i am empty.
They all sing for me.

Children are nicer than adults
Animals are nicer than children
You say that thinking that way
I have to claim
That the closest to my heart is
Protozoan paramecium

So what

Paramecium is closer to my heart
Than you, you *******

a.s.