#grounds
The flags are waving brightly,
hypnotizing the naive,
they shimmer like carnival balloons.
There are merry andrews waltzing,
to the themes of marching bands,
they’re camouflaged to blend in with the moon.
The party’s getting started,
so we better get in line
- the wind is breathing something like a sigh.
The smell of cotton candy
drowns out the barkers script,
and multicolored lights announce the mood.
There’s rain off in the distance
- you can feel on your skin
- the children refuse to stay in line.
Dogs are barking somewhere,
and lanterns dance like birds
- there’s nothing left to do but step in time,
two, three, four.
The tent is Chinese silk,
as silver as a coin
- acrobats take tickets with their lips.
The sawdust smells like bacon,
and the seats are way too small,
but the crowd is pushing in
because red rain is falling.
Elephants turn like dancers,
and trumpet to the night
- the sound shakes the world like my alarm.
Another ho-hum morning,
soon the sky will tell a lie,
- that lemon light has something to proclaim.
My bags are packed for boredom,
the trip will last all day,
- there’s nothing left to do but step in time,
two, three, four.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Thy lips like golden pages of a sacred book are shining.
Thou art resplendent in gold;
I am shy in waves of pink.
Soften my sweet sap, soften my love for thee and let it be planted like a seed in the grounds.
With thy light may thou water my heart.
For thee I die, for thee I die.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
...My hardened heart has been awakened.
The broken grounds will begin to quake and
within the crevices between the faults,
Your rushing water will flood....
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
The grounds seem wet
like the last layer of a years flood
or the beginning of a light drizzle
I cannot tell, I cannot tell
-Kaya
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
*Wherever they are
Would you let these thoughts and dreams profound
Settle to the base of your stomach
Like that stray grains of coffee grounds
Not filtered through the thinness of society
But strained through the fibers of the heart
Ever flowing from the the mind
Until the truth is boiled down
And at the bottom of the cup found*
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
I rob roadside grave markers
I rub my *** at the library
And I never wash my hands.
I carry a disease for my popularity,
I *** in beds and get **** in my boxer briefs.
I get by with flashbacks and I like to lick the Slime off of toads.
I deleted my birthday.
There is no reason to celebrate
Or ever allow ice cream, nor smiling.
There shall be no smiling.
I am a heathen and unforgettable
But I don't hate and I ain't racist.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Can't go
to my aunt's place
again, Benny,
Nima said to me
as we sat out
on the grass
in the hospital grounds.
Why is that?
I said.
My mother's found out
we go there
and she will be
watching the place now,
and it will be too risky,
Nima said.
How'd she find out
we were going there?
I asked.
She managed
to get me to say,
but I think
she knew anyway,
Nima said,
looking over
towards the trees.
Does she know
about me?
Not who you are,
but she knows
I'm seeing someone,
and having ***
with them,
Nima said.
So what now?
I said.
Have to book
a cheap hotel
for the weekend again,
she said.
Where abouts? I said.
She looked at me seriously,
I don't know,
not too far way
or we will waste time
traveling as I only
have a weekend pass.
I'll find us
some place near,
I said.
We lit up cigarettes,
and sat smoking.
She was in
a green top and jeans,
and her hair was neat,
but she had nothing
on her small feet.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC