Meter Running
Living without you has been difficult.
I keep thinking we could be friends once again.
Just as the labourer’s hands grow calloused from honest toil,
the cobbler’s fingers learn the secret language of leather and thread,
and the student’s mind bends toward mastery through endless repetition-
so the whore perfects a craft that looks like desire Read more from here...
I am Grief
He ran carrying the corpse of Sati on his shoulder,
asking the sky, “What is this weight? Why me?”
I run with empty fists clenched so tightly the knuckles bleed,
daring the same sky:
“Look me in the eye. Stop whining. Stop cheating. Fight fair.”
My arms are not open in surrender; Read more from here...
Offline Hearts
Only Ronie Dinosaurs truly suffer-
last titans with fire in their marrow.
What can the characterless ever lose to disrespect?
A shrug, a scroll, nothing that bleeds.
Only the man who keeps his chest scoured clean of filth
feels the blade twist inside. Read more from here...
Internet is Dead
My dear, my dear,
I have no writer to bleed the story onto paper,
no producer to throw money at the dream,
the hero ghosts me like a bad Tinder match,
and the heroine laughs, “I’m keeping all my clothes on tonight.”
I’m left here, a frustrated man with blue balls and black coffee, Read more from here...