
Triumph of underworlds,
drag me down to depths
with low-lifers, soul-slicers
we sing a dreadful tune
of praise for dreary gods
in a minor key, keyed in to
secrets of specter selves
Triumph of underworlds,
drag me down to depths
with low-lifers, soul-slicers
we sing a dreadful tune
of praise for dreary gods
in a minor key, keyed in to
secrets of specter selves
celestial bodies high up above
are partially hidden in this
light-polluted city where
we hear screams from
four-story buildings &
smell pulsing humanity,
seeping thru the walls
of our studio apartments –
Continue readingThe old man speaks of phantoms. He lay on his death-bed, and his face is ashen and sickly.
“Our home,” he says, “it’s haunted. Haunted by my sins. Haunted by my father’s sins, and his father’s sins.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
Continue readingwhat’s all this talk of
angels hunched over
in storm-clouds with
their harps, waiting for me
to make a mistake so
they can swoop down
Continue readingWhen humans leave, the earth regenerates.
Continue readingwe’re nothing but mammals
we walk, not crawl
through orange leaves
common in the fall
i’ve been in this house so long
i forget what it’s like out there –
hustle & bustle
breaking our backs
for snacks
& other goodies –
Continue readingI’m always reading heavy and serious books like Kafka, the classics, or dystopian science fiction. So I decided recently to read something a little more light-hearted for a change of pace.
The book I picked up was from Rachel’s shelf – The Golem and the Jinni, a 2013 debut novel from Helene Wecker. The novel still has some serious themes, but it wasn’t the type of angsty existentialism I usually dig into.
Continue readingI got an ego the size of a glacier
but I hope it’s meltin’
like them ones in the Artic
I used to say I was sick
in the head
but that was self-contempt
I’ve since given up –
I’m just like everyone else
a homo sapien not fully evolved
plagued by panic, all that crap –
snap, crackle, pop! I’m locked
in the house, quiet as a mouse
thinking of myself too much
what about thinking of others?
oh brother, here I go again
beating myself up
give it up!
(Photo by Elisa Clairet on Unsplash)
Note: This poem was inspired by a prompt on dVerse to do a “self-portrait.” The title of the post was, “Come and take a selfie!” Here’s a link to the dVerse post where the prompt is!
Look at our history, we’re a warlike species
we wish to beat + battle
but can we foster peace?
Piece by piece, we lunge toward an unknown future,
fighting animal instincts –
military tanks rumble toward me,
I step barefoot, bloody over broken glass
armed with a lotus flower
to combat their firepower.