The humane big heart
defeats superficial fear
love works inside out
She won't grow rotten apples
just look at mamma the earth

In realms of the elite
Soaring with the gods,
the crow
fell from the sky,
two moons slithered
under fig leaves,
the serpent initiated
losing their religion.

Bad Gateway
Error Five Zero Two
Bad gateway,
I hate you.

Between sleeping and not sleeping there's so much meaning,
Lost and sleepily found again,
Causing joy and provoking pain.

sour sun in my stomach
threatens to rise

words elope
perhaps all alone
in nights sweet
and nights black

I am a child
fumbling my hands
on the faces of land
and the world topples
bounces about

this trembling scrawl
tentative almost
as the rickshaw
coughs and shakes

I don't say when I say
I am in love with words
sometimes the dance
sometimes song
sometimes the people
they carry along

I don't say— I don't say
I watch away
it is the child that writes

1.
wish wish  die
shh, little fly

2.
palm on palm
between, a slender void
mosquito, still alive

3.
sour streetlight
splashes on eye

4.
night sleeps
her jaw slack

5.
mosquitoes got me dancing
an Obscurus

1.
salt-caked fingers
peel each other

2.
slimy tongue
toils in vain

3.
soft lips
metal beneath teeth

4.
barbaric generator
clears its throat

5.
on these beaten blue windings
sun keens

quiet
what viscous a sound

noise
like dust on a wall
the hand moves
and wears it
stills then
and becomes it

this city tumbles
a restless fall

It’s late April
spring is in full swing
bursting with life
the tree lifts its arms,
waves across the field,
its leaves full of light
flutter in perfect rhythm
with the wind.

The train is leaving the station
the years gathering toward my finish line.
Each season a child frantically
waving at his grandpa
as if to whimper
this might be the last time.