➳ contents of the mind
snapshots of life
taken at irregular intervals.
evaporated teardrops
and emotions eroded by time.
a collage of puzzle pieces
and futile attempts to assemble them.
a hazy depiction of who i am
and who i will become.
epiphanies that only spark
bewilderment.
pages blank to the naked eye
that spell out what i feel inside.
questions that lurk
in the shadows of my mind.
metaphors, similes,
paradoxes. . . .
the twists and turns
of a road called life;
i maneuver with uncertainty
towards a goal unknown
and a fate unseen.
false leads,
dead ends,
and a mystery left
unsolved.
➳ the smoker
exorcist addicts
watch dark spirits rise from lit
cigarettes, entranced
➳ what is normal?
with no two the same
each human is different
does that make us strange?
we call others strange
if they are not the same as
most of the others
but if most others
are not the same, then why must
they call others strange?
if we are all strange
then strange is normalcy and
normalcy is strange
➳ when my eyes are closed
blinded by beauty,
riches, and fame, i see best
when my eyes are closed
➳ silver tongues are gold
nothing matters more
than the mating call of an
albino peacock
➳ as if he won’t remember
teach bravery to
your tongue; talk as though he who
listens speaks slurred words.
➳ misplaced luck
clover fields littered
with cockroaches–luck spent on
those born immortal
➳ combing for clovers
you can’t live life with
slumped shoulders and downcast eyes,
searching for good luck