Declare your goods: Exotic dirt-danced shoes Brushing britches In a two-part tango Across a coast Designed by dancers Powdered streets with foreign footprints Photographs of family Of friends Festivities Embossed in minds The blueprints of a future A finite forever A blazer Saturated in salty scents Of minerals To set ablaze A… Continue reading Declare Your Goods
I was left breathless Hoping and wanting and finally loving The way you seemed to be looking In my general direction It was a crowded night Filling with people, intentions and drinks I saw the way you parted that sea To walk in my general direction You smiled and nodded A flicker of acknowledgement too… Continue reading A General Direction
A person has not the luxury of dispersion To mushroom and fade in the subtlest way It is not possible to become so innocuously beautiful A whisper of smoke or a lingering scent Could never have been such a clumsy form Coats of perfume and and fluttering voices Are mere approximations They are cheap substitutes… Continue reading Transience
The most recent expert in existence I interviewed nodded as their shoulders shrugged, A non-linguistic interlocutory cue signalling the exact disposition we share, I shrug my coat on And nod to acquaintances I shrug my coat off And nod in acknowledgement; I concur with the expert -- it is impossible to know.
I aim for home between the rubble and the dust, Somewhere hidden underneath those messy layers My clothes and shoes and regrets, laid bare and dirty Mistakes I burrow myself within I must be hoping to build myself a home Since no one commits themselves to mass excavation unless they are looking for permanence There… Continue reading The Girl and the Graveyard
If I've written anything in absurdist font, Let me a moment to rewrite, My hands still hesitate, still hover over old typewriters, wondering What sounds the keys will make.