I do not ask time for more or less
my palms enclose the present defensivelybut my fingers bind my fragments
as the shore binds the sea
On The TrainThe train travels soundlessly.People stand like figurines -Glazed, untouchable -Positioned in perfect balanceSo that inertia barely moves them.So many… Read MoreThis is the age of poetryThis is the age of poetryWhich doesn't make senseWhere people of the imperfect presentSpeak in future perfect tenseWhere people sing of world peaceAnd… Read MoreWild fireWhat is this feeling -A wild fire raging,Consuming both heat and light -That not even tears could dampen,Could still with their flow.But it is a deser… Read MoreIf I CouldYou make me want to write, you know -Crawl out of my skin andWear myself inside outIt's the wrong way, people sayBut it feels right,In that way wrong … Read MoreI want to pretendSwallow the painAnd swallow my prideMaybe these couldFill me inside… Read More