zumee

Oct 2018

Lazhar Bouazzi

“A little bit of rain on my words,”
Cried the poet.
But the rain would not acquiesce
For she dreaded a languagekiss.

© LazharBouazzi

zumee Oct 2018

Work out your dreams
until they're strong enough
to lift you up
Carry you where you need

zumee Oct 2018

Old Age

Sneaks up on you
like consciousness
in a monkey

zumee Oct 2018

Insomnia

A baby thought
screaming inconsolably
inside your brain

zumee Oct 2018

i spy with my little eye
something
that's unspeakable