Ma'am, why did titanic sink ?
- they said even god can't sink it,
What happened?

First of all,
How dare you show your skin,
Do you want them to see-
Everything that's within,
Don't you know,
It's a blasphemous sin-
To say you don't agree
And that too with a grin ?
How dare you say what you want,
You talk about freedom-
One day it'll devour you,
Strangle you and haunt.
This book will decide your liberty
- dare you taunt.

SEE NO EVIL

A wingèd shadow dark
hovers not far
waiting for me to fall
and take my very soul.
But I've seen evil before.
I hold myself in the Light
to fight
the darkness of despair
lest I lose all that I am
,

when will i be able to look at a picture of you
and not imagine your mouth open
of all the things i would ask of you
this is the one thing i need you to answer
and answer me truthfully.
because this is the real torture.
this is the absence of your heat
this is real and bitter cold.
cold feet without your legs to stick them under
blue lips without yours to find
to draw from
this is the moment after
when your tongue collided with mine
for such a small fraction of a second
i could feel you fill me up

a slovenly man down the road
looked like he could use an abode
his beard was rank
on the sidewalk he stank
but his smile was what really showed

sitting gallantly in my rocking chair
gazing at hazy leftover scenes
I seek a thread,
a stitch,
a connection
binding and defining the whole.

I find nothing

but a slapdash circus of thrilling randomness:

non-sequiturs and cliff-hangers
dropped, one after the other,
into a roiling mess of "WTF?"

I am, it seems,
immune to the standard terrors
of chaotic change
so, with nary a druther
I conclude:

it has been grand
...touring life on the "No plan" plan.

I am the gigabyte’s cracked tooth,

the GIF peeling in a Harvard darkroom.

Our profile picture floats in here in ReelTime;

What was your first memory?

I am the Like Liquor, the Pixel Party, the Virtual

Opioid and Synthetic Letter Bend. Our profile picture

floats here in an Instagram pond, move closer.

Stay. The aluminum of your trackpad massage

warms the blue chill, come closer. Download begun.

manubrium
where the light catchs
in the spray of hair
like midnight
rushing in the wind

the snows arriving
sizzling on the hot
red tip
the press of the
rich gloss
on still youthful
lips
the promise of
midnight
glistening
cresting in a snarl
the cork paper
the brand name
the rose touch

coriander millage

the possessions
ghost lingers
like a liners wake
sleek and fast

trim lines
evocative power

Will you remember
when I am gone

in the clouds
submerged
in the ocean
burned
in a forest blaze,

cremated in a desert
by the solar heat,
buried in the sand
near an oasis,
a mirage of sorts

when the palm trees bear no dates
and
apple trees sway
in the sun
with dangling ones

will you remember
the soft music you played
as wanton love
once you displayed
then all fell on silent ears
soundless and deaf

You tell me I am godless,
But I have more gods than you,
You say I am a sinner,
But its your foot in that shoe.

You claim I have no faith,
Yet everything is sacred,
You label me a satyr,
But its your love that is tainted,

Then you call me heretic,
Apostate and blasphemer,
As you hate within your empty church
Pretending you’re a believer.

But that darkness in your heart
Does not exist in mine,
And while you rage at my beliefs
You only make them shine.