Bargain

Those few; they cry,
For the gold in their gauntlet
While the rest must bleed
To hold the bread in broken fist
And yet and yet, the scales they stay even,
For the fleece of the fawns weigh far less than the fang of a beast

Wind In The Veins

Soon our bones shall sing
And words once said would wander
Aimlessly, answer-less, as a
Bee buzzing in the desert
For a flower under a rock
And all they who could hear shall know
That the heaven silent above is but a symptom of a world

Holding it’s breath below

Mongrel

The dogs in the alley
Barking for bones
Looks up at me and smile
They know I am alone
And far from home
With flesh that won’t last another mile

The Nuclear Poet

Earth’s orgasm
Landmine upon lips
Sealed envelope without secrets
Night skinned by the sickle moon falling from the sky
Are all impossibilities dancing amidst You and I
In the ocean of distance between our shared woes
So far apart that none of us knows
How every step upon the stars
Makes us an inch divine
And a race of million miles
Ends, with a toe across the line
Lumps of black sugar, ice in oil
World of equations proved by poetic paradox
‘The dead were once alive’ squared to the infinite equals ‘The living were always dead’
Plagarism abound: Soul copying soul is a sin
Mind over Matter (Wrong Answer!)
Thus no one win
Burgundy bear, white hare
Wet weed on windowsill
Baskets built of bandaged hands
Turned alive as ‘Good-Bye Windmill’
Stretcher upon sidewalk
Etherized world
Vomiting vestiges
Of cannula fed time
Look around, look around
The worst has come, prepare,
This time the monsters aren’t ugly:
But smiling angels; unaware.

Wild

I remember the stories
I was told as a child
Of will-o-wisp in the woods
And wolves in the wild
But only now do I know
The truth of it all:
Only they howl at the moon
Who dare to live without a wall