before writing seems to comes too easy
maybe before the river of depression
rushing into my canals in all directions
with no order, no bounderies...
i guess, i've learned,
to build dams, cross section
and order...

The seesaw law
Says what goes up
Must come down.

The law that rules
The merry-go-roun'
Says if you're on it
Too long you'll *****.

The law of the playgroun'
Says biggest kid wins.

Mosaic law
Says you can't keep it
But keep it you must
And says it's just.

The law of love
Says love covers
A multitude of sins.

The day starts okay,

normal, like yesterday, just --


slightly different.

In music you sense

Order, wow, it just happens –


A perfect world now!

Are the British braver than us?
That they police their streets with no firearms?
Or simply more humane & competent
That they feel no need to threaten to ****** their fellow citizens?
Failure to comply
With law and order
With our militarized police
Means you risk your life.
Even if you are collecting trash,
Even if you are sleeping,
Even if you are exercising inalienable rights.

India is much

more than chaos: through and through --


logical chaos.

Do people not see the separation of culture?
The quiet segregation of our artists,
Where we all hurt for their hidden toils.
By the media corporations that pay
Real artists pennies on the dollar.
Who bully those to ghost write
For people they believe will sell better.

Your feed is targeted, more selected
Than you can even imagine.
The profile built on most of you is
Down to a T, it should scare you and
I do not fear monger.
I have heard screams from one with no mouth;
I have seen myself programmed
To live out a life to completion
At the direction of others

When the prisoners

are outside, they walk circles --


inside in their heads.

In the commotion,

police officers salute --


in all directions.

Textbooks in a heap,

the pages held together --


by dog-ears only.