13 DEC 2017

get out

where there once was rain
there is now a drought
the thick luscious forest
where trees could once flourish
is now arid land where no plants can sprout
how did i not see
that scratched into the cracked dry river bed in front of me
were the wise words of warning
get out

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01 DEC 2017

identity

in turbulent times
my sense of self
becomes a bubbling broth
of absorbing accommodating
borrowing incorporating
features attributes traits
from everyone else

17 AUG 2017

green

is it just me who sees all of this green
i think this is the loveliest parade
of bright and startling shades
that i have ever seen
and yet
as i turn in glee
expecting similarly joyous faces to be greeting me
all i see
is faces looking at the ground
engrossed in scrolling down
their grey metallic screens