Exercise

Willing me 2 write,

I find only nail marks

on life around;

epidermal tissue,

a little blood, n a barbed

heart r feeble subjects,

more so wen farce n

plastic smiles r all u see,

want 2 see…the sham

of it all leaves me

grimacing, flinching

at my own consenting

shallowness.

Sliced

the dance of the sun n  clouds

is far from pretty…

I am blinded by this garishness…

the shimmer and glitz.

The token drizzle

but kindles heat

n I am left only

wid blurred vision   

n clenched fists

The Call

There’s a stranger                          rorrim eht nI

You’re taller:                                   regnartS

Fathomless                                   degnahC

                   Focused                                   dessessoP                     

                Scary,                                      teiuQ                 

   
Narcissus calling,      beckoning:        tnereffid gniklaW

                                         

        You've Hypnotised flesruoY

                                                   

      The new calls -the old             you’re grappling with     
          U try breakin’ free             words tumble out             
            
                  SNAP OUT                    
           
NOW 
         
Did You?

 

                             

Switched Baggage

 On the road

 from eternity to eternity

 we meet and share

 what we’ve seen.

 Eventually,

 we take different turns…

 down my road,

 I see the difference:

 I’m carrying a bit of you

 for the part of me

 I left behind

 with you.

Residue

Inovercrowdedviolatedspaces

I think of questions

I don’t want answered:

about vIoLaTioN and

I   N   T   R   U   S   I   O   N

Strangers prying and laughing

Pretending to know

                  Trying to  R

                                  A

                                  T

                                  I

                                  O

                                  N

                                  A

                                   L

                                   I

                                  S

                                   E   I give up.

                                                        Surrender

                   to the voice within…

                   it’s all I’m capable of

                   amidst this                          

                                                    n                                  

                                            e              a

                                                    m

                                             s      d       s

Old Spaces

   

If

  u can

 read

  between

   these lines

n

    'round them,

    u will know

     jus how much

   remains

   unsaid.

Retrospect

I kno not the difference

(anymore)

I wonder wat

Fidelity, Morality and

Truthfulness are. Ideals.

I broke them all 

much too soon

wen I’d imagined

they’d stay for eternity.

I wonder if

ideals exist at all

I’ve come to think 

they’re only hypothetical

where does that leave you?

minus ideals, minus the one

only sufficient first?

enough was for then…

the willingness and un-guardedness

have gone. In their place

now stands a hardened ,

Calculating Conditionality.

U only know wat u want

Wen u know wat u r…

Wat u ha ha ha

Only an aborted mind remains.