January 3, 2012

Be patient ladybug
as I am now
while new year’s first born darkness
drags its lovers lips
along the footsteps
we are yet to take

Let’s jump
through every doorway that we find
like our every step
was the last one
that we would ever hear,
and every day the last one
we could sing

Pretend we leave no fingerprints
and breathe no sullied air,
and only need the light
to fill our lungs

Pretend we dance like children
jumping on a bed
oblivious of springs and rules and running time
and maybe
we will burn again,
So be patient, ladybug


And so on

September 1, 2010

Not a good day
Today to feel
alone in city
People faceless mute
Manikins move antlike
Everyman stand up
for himself herself suck
soul into cellphone
Better day tomorrow
Alone in city
Full of possibility
And the day after
Full of possibility
And so on and so on
Full of possibility