Fright

there is no trauma for being you
you are the you you’ve chosen
and here you are, where you belong

Genesis

In the beginning, God
Before page one, God
In the darkness, God
Before the light, God
Always, God

70 on a 50

one handed
elbow rested
gold chain on the wrist
dripping,
thinking
I’m a king,
& throw a kiss
at myself in the rear-view

tangerine

when you find someone
that makes you feel unafraid
to peel like a tangerine
plant yourself.

April

The leaves are wet with British tears
For summer’s due and winter’s fled
Yet spring is blue without a care
Its four degrees with gale force winds
As the streets drown in forlorn stares.

Stellar

The moon does not rise.
     Neither does the sun,
we spin, close our eyes
and hope they remain,
     with no plan B devised.

Haiku 08.03.15

Guttural gunshots
Beneath silhouetted sky
Send Copts to the light

Immigrant

when harmattan became winter
and summertime a season
i became an other

SWS II

Paradise lost;

with just

one
bite.