Thursday, September 11, 2008


I wade across my muddy lanes
Trying hard to balance still
Weary bleeding halting steps
Who hear no more my fractured will.

Only I watch and count one by one
Magnificent kites that once had flown,
But now lie inert, here and there
Drenched in rain and broken in half.
Years of toil and glorious days
Swiftly pale to scornful laugh,
Of all who had flown but could not soar,
Happy to know the best is no more.

I steel my back and watch the brooding clouds
Awaiting the storm, to roar and pounce.

Friday, September 5, 2008


Just tell me bro
What do you know
Of coming back to dark rooms
Where the weary stillness looms
And the silence masticates
The stale air that suffocates?

Dance with the shadow
And play out the song.
Your call’s on hold
And the queue too long.