It stinks! Smelling like mildew
On top of old mold. A thousand wet collies,
Who've been stuck in a car for three days.

Today, the backpacks kiss while
strangers feet play footsy.
And we are all small sardines, packed
In an even smaller can.

People sitting, who can sit.
And others unlucky to stand.

I want to sit, and sit alone.
Fifteen stops to work and fifteen back home.
With probably ten pauses in between.

"This trip would've taken no time in a car."

Ive been awoken
Some will call me soft spoken
Weak at the knees
Cant resist temptation
Im a bad liar
Im kinda strange
Crazy and deranged
Feeling so real
Cant figure this out
The confusion has me

I
Not since the slave war was there such hate.
There is no refuge in this exiled land
But only fists raised as twisted snakes
With the red venom of anger in our hands.

All fingers point to hypocrisy of the state-
The party of me, party of we, the days of hate,
We pledge to each our separate tribes
And blame the other for the failure of our times.

I imagine that you search for traces of yourself in my poems
That like me you need equanimity
So I soak myself in thoughts to drip words
Now this isn't just any easy process
Thoughts fly around like birds, how hard it is to cage one
Then I let its sweet blood flow to my fingers, oh how slow
And this exactly is how I drip words that reach your soul

A genuine love is beyond feelings.
Ardent lovers are entirely weaklings,
only weaklings adhere to this concept,
pretext not to love, their hearts are inept.

Feelings feign love beyond estimation,
in a flicker, go into extinction.
Just as fickle as the course of a wind,
feelings change leaving acrid pains behind.

The pains left behind hover like a ghoul,
eat deep into the fabrics of your soul,
impress on your face a deep furrow,
as you swim, wade through the sea of sorrow.

Bodies entwined,
passion burning
in the night,
love was sealed
in matrimony.

Two hearts clutching a dream,
hoping to bring
another life into the world
to complete their lives.

In a single moment,
the dream
became a million seeds,
released by fate,
striving to take form
to be the core of being,
nurtured in the womb.

Only one succeed,
the strongest among them,
destined to survive
to become me.

In the desert
we wear tinfoil caps
As it grows warmer
The beads spill down our faces
bits of a rock salt rosary
Breaks are taken
when it rains
for sand dune novenas
We drink and pray to mosaics
made eyeless by white sand
sandblasted by lattice waves
Light congregates
on each man’s head
from one altitude to the next

above and below

endlessly

I usually awaken at 7 am;
Was surprised to rise at 6 today;
Even the sun seemed brighter,
An hour early, at sunrise.

It's a new day, autumn is near;
Soon greens will fade;
Browns, yellows will evade,
Trees everywhere.

Right now summer fades away
in the Blue Ridge foothills of my home
where shadows lengthen day by day
and deer, bear, fox and bobcats roam.

Wild cherry leaves, the first to change,
now desert their summer host
quilting the ground with dull burnt orange
where they eventually become compost.

School mascots are adorning cars
in coming season's anticipation.
While acorns ripen beneath cooling stars
then tumble to their final destination.

Whoa!
You really need some sleep.
Slack jawed and wide-eyed
don't let them take it all,
will you?

Are you privy to ghosts
and goblins
within the walls,
or did your brain just not
cooperate?

Did you forget how to breath?

Or did the night simply,
make its way under your doorstep
trickling down the walls,
encasing everything.

It can sneak up on you like that,
the dark.

set off a brutal alarm for every useless
trinket
traded for with a portion of a life.