Rain For The Wicked

I don’t ask much of the universeDon’t pour libations,nor face the eastern sun,or the western wind-in salutation . I don’t ask much of the universe,don’t stay a while to listen to the trees sing,or the rain clean.The leaves have turned without me seeing,stomped on caterpillars that hoped to be butterflies. I didn’t ask much fromContinue reading “Rain For The Wicked”

Fragments

I’m sorryI’m sorry that when you stare at these broken pieces…all you will see is nothingness,incomplete puzzles that don’t make sense,incomplete puzzles that you can never figure out. I’m sorry that in my joy is –a practised laugh,a rehearsed pause.In my silence are words stifled by fear,yet I have no cause to be afraid. I’mContinue reading “Fragments”

Homeless

Death,a permanent stench in the air around me.Vultures,a hovering cloud awaiting my fall.Grace,denied and withheld from a dying spirit.Hope,a rotting thing six feet below. I fall,the stars watch as my knees buckle,my body keeling.I shiver,the rain batters me, the wind blowing my skin off. I lie on this ground,willing to be soaked into the earth,willingContinue reading “Homeless”