He believes to be

When did he think
he was possible?

why did he
twitch at
the ray of light?

why did he blink
to the sound of voices?

how will he cry out
where no mercy dares echo?

who taught him to believe in Life
when he was not wanted?

Who will tell him as he awaits to breathe?

Renewed from 2012

traced

a solemn soul

sits upon the sands

tracing her slender spine

a tenderly once kissed neckline

smooth curves appear upon

sun-soaked granules

teasing out the features

that he thought lost

but fingers deftly recreate

upon a canvas grainy-fine

the ocean rushes to erase

the moment of recognition

forgive/forget

forgive and forget.
such empty words…

(better shattered to shreds,
let rabid through the veins,
to tear up and wreck
what beats filthy…)

take a dip
a little will drip
let some slip
why yes…
why not a sip?

forget to forgive.
such festering words…

better left to rot
crawling through the heart
that cries out
for revenge.

more than enough

though i feel the points and juttings

as i toss and turn and knock about

my fingers still seek and sink into

the weighty dough

and though at times i peer at spindly

i beg the Fleischer

and promise soft to pay him dearly

and even sometimes i breathe in

and glimpse reedy

but there is no question

of how

at noon’s call

how needy

how so very, very greedy

it gets…

and though you tell me

to really see

and to see what you see

i see only me

and that

i am more than enough


It believes to be

when did it think
it was possible?

why did it
twitch at
the ray of light?

why did it rise
to the sound of voice?

how did it show rhythm
when no heart
beats for it?

why will it bleed longing
when it swims in bile?

how will it cry out
where no mercy dares echo?

why does it yearn to move
and leave a trace of mistake?

how does it breathe
in suppressed want?

who taught it to believe in Life
when it is not wanted?