1. 1 May



    I Need Proof If It’s True

    Running through puddled
    Rainy streets, I can see
    It’s getting brighter outside
    While inside
    Everybody sleeps, until
    Obtrusive sounds of high-
    Pitched ringing
    Remind us of our reason
    For waking so early
    For running
    Past
    A season,
    Dying so late
    Through rainy streets.

     

  2. 18 Apr



    Wet Grass Mantra

    Take your time

    Recline your seat

    Make some room.

    For both your feet

    Slow your pace

    Come undone.

    Squint both eyes

    Feel the sun

    Set you free.

    Feel the sun

    Squint both eyes

    Come undone.

    Slow your pace

    For both your feet

    Make some room.

    Recline your seat

    Take your time.

     

  3. 16 Apr



    Mutilation Hands

    It was 15 
    years ago, you were
    disfigured;
    an animal

    disfigured.
    And
    after the after-
    math, you
    were telling me all
    about it; all

    the stories of the cause, and
    the ‘sorry’s tightly wrapped in gauze;

    the silent fervor of
    your mutilation hands.