Miss Inhu’man’

9pm, 10pm, 11pm, 12pm I want to reverse time 12pm, 11pm, 10pm, 9pm and – i crave to reverse time 9am, 12pm, 10pm, 1pm stop – now nobody move just look – just look as i lay like stale food, waiting to poison you under your consent, you, the person i speak to, the person i see – as i stare into the mirror you – you stale food i stare at you – i know you, Miss inhu‘man’ “Miss inhu‘man’” Men and women to the world Men and women of the world stare into mirrors, I’ll come through like … Continue reading Miss Inhu’man’

These pigeons

  the pigeons here, they aren’t afraid of the feet that walk past them on this grey street, they are aware of our stories the places we go and the faces we meet they are aware of the soggy tissues that fall above, from the balconies they are aware of the life and stories that live in those used tissues – they examine it, a tissue for a moment in the past, they think, I believe, they know and hear the emotions in those tissues that dry and travel around in these streets, they know the secrets and seen faces, … Continue reading These pigeons

A lot of a lot

breathing in and out breathing in and out so many words the beginning and ending of the worlds words the eternal loop from word to word and to the sound of silence the sound of silence that overlaps a lot of beginnings and endings of words words and again words a lot of words and voices a lot of talking, talking and talking a lot of a lot of things the sound of eyes closing lids clashing, open and shut open and shut, open and shut foots hitting the ground left and right, left foot coming after the right and … Continue reading A lot of a lot