no man has a voice.  Circling
like smoke rings blown from
the mouth of a cigarette. Men
flattened against the wall like

a silhouette. Painted like a port
wine stain on a face that none
see. The train on the platform
takes leave.  The traffic and the

horns. People talking into their
phones. Cars running red lights, police
sirens and medflights. Billboards
on top of large buildings. Children

fastened in their seats and
screaming. Jackhammers digging up
the ground. The pounding of a migraine
in the head. Not a word is said. And it spreads –

Silence

Is there too much piling on your plate?
Is the time for you growing late?
Think you're never going to set things straight?
All You have to do is wait.

Troubles seem to inflate.
I know the strain of all that weight.
You mustn't let that dictate.
All you have to do is wait.

Don't let something seal your fate.
I've come to know and appreciate
that in due time all things shall abate.
All you have to do is wait.

Patience is such a virtuous trait.
When things aren't looking so great
remember that it's never to late!
All you have to do is wait.

Don't allow your ego to deflate.
Don't fill up on foolish hate.
The solution is yours!  You alone can create.
All you have to do is wait.

are sharp spikes
velvet stiletto shoes
walking towers of jagged blues
digging up holes with my sole

My edges
are rotating arrows
like a weathervane
my pain spinning in the wind
under a cornflower sky
but not getting off
sitting like a ****
not able to fly

My edges
are four pointed corners
of a square
so, I don't roll like a stone
I pose in the air

My edges
are colored fringe
decorating the outside
as I unhinge

I spend all my days
and nights with. I curl up
on the couch with. My ocean
fleece blanket is a pouch

which I wrap my body in. It's
my cocoon on a rainy
afternoon. This blackened
silhouette burns me like

a smoking cigarette, enshrouds
me in a fog, as I lay sleeping like
a log. Dancing pirouettes in
my crimson cotton sweats, with

a book between my hands,
a ***** and lime sitting on the
nightstand. I have no plans. I like to
doze till twilight hits my toes.

he has fangs
and not teeth? He has
scales and not bangs.

Couldn't she see
he hasn't legs? He slithers
on his belly. And was hatched
from an egg!

Couldn't she see
his pupils are slitted
and cannot dilate or
contract? He'll outgrow her
like his skin once she’s wrapped
up in him. And then he’ll leave her flat.

Couldn't she see
his tongue is split
at the tip like a fork? And in
one little kiss she'll be slabs
of salt pork.

her song as perfume
like a garden in full bloom.
Sweet as the lilac trees,
in a warm embracing breeze.

She spilled
her long honey hair
like a waterfall
all over him,
his face and his limbs.

She spilled
her creamy *******
like a bird's nests,
out from her tight dress.
The color of robin's eggs-
Blue.
Then she flew.

She spilled
her teardrops
like a rain shower,
in a large paper cup.
Then she drank
it all up.

falling through square holes,
a rain shower of brown.
Sifting through/seeing it pour down.
Looking for the golden

nugget. But all I'm collecting
are rocks in my purple bucket.
Grey stones bouncing in a circle
plastic mesh, as the sun is whistling

hot, burning out my flesh.
Waves crashing to the shore,
like a stoner strung on ****.
All this for not!

I exhale on my next
breath.