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


01 DEC 2017


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


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