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

The sea is in me

I wanted to be I wanted to feel I wanted to see things as vast as a sea in my pursuit- I lost myself in this vast sea I cannot see myself find, or even be myself deep down in this deep sea i have lost myself to what i wanted i could not see i could not feel i could not be I have dissolved into these monstrous blues I have become bait to these monstrous blues I have become part of this deep sea that i have always dreamt of- and now I am afraid, I am not … Continue reading The sea is in me