How The World Turns

It could

Care less about your so- 

Called life’s work—the words 

You’ve chosen 

With so much TLC, 

Now hate how 

You tendered them simply 

To show off more 

Than they could ever 

Hope to endure.

 

Incurable Romantic

You believe 

In things far beyond 

Your ability 

To reach them— 

Making whatever you do 

So unbelievably 

Touching.

 

 

Cartesian Dead End

Out sleep- 

Walking, how 

Do we think we’re not 

Dreaming never 

Tells us so.

 

 

If Haiku Is Still "Greek" To You

 

Never utter it—

Barbarians tried their best

And came out tongue-tied.

 

Saint-Exupery's

Twilight captures 

Arachnid's 

No longer ephemeral 

Eyes eying night- 

Flight.

 

 

Bleeding On A Fence

Barbed wire all around-- 

Still the animated 

Heart yearns 

To find itself always 

Rising without a whimper, 

Stopping only when it is well-

Suspended above it.

 

 

Human Time Bomb

Because we know 

Far too little of what 

Makes us tick, zilch 

About who lit the fuse 

Or when it’s going to go 

Off, and too damn much 

To give a shit about it, 

Let alone fan it till 

It tilts 

Our very own belittled 

Known universe, 

We do nothing 

But persevere— 

So magnificently 

It hurts.