when
you gonna fall
asleep
dream
maybe write a play
let characters
speak
for you
dream
for you
pretend
for you
that this story is
okay

who stole the butcher’s
milk
the astrologer’s pen
the sparkle in your eyes
who
turned the switch
off

we need more
bombs and guns
more girls and
boys
to kill
or be killed

where’s the enemy
who’s in charge
of the lieutenant

dreams of peace being
blown up
now
i am sad

turn everything into a
doughnut shop
she said
with coffee
served on wax paper
with an extra finger
to scrape off
that
glazed goodness

yes no
two years left
on the contract

take it from there
be happy
says who

wonder actually
encouraged

supported by
the muscles
in your legs
your thoughts like iron

you are
mocking me now
typically this
arrives around
ten

what makes it so
difficult
the action so
pointlessly extreme

talks like a kitten
purrs like a chetah

one of those things
looks like something
you ate

the nuisance was
a beautiful second
filled with magic
old and forgotten
new and forgotten
remember when

2 days later i
got a call said
can you
come and get me

arrived late
returned
just in time

dancing with you
in my arms
feeling
enlightened free
of
anointment
passion
dancing
on our finger
tips

took you to 131
south
that
will be
the last time
i
saw you
and wondered
hoping

crushed
like one of those cars
into
a small cube

felt your light
felt it often
even now
later

you left
and
remained here

sadness running from
the faucet
caught some with
a glass
left
for a week
on the table

the flowers are fine
dying slowly
hanging on

blame the vase
blame the time
away

the joy in
the occasion
a channel
illustrating
the
kama sutra in urdu

all the gods
seated
at the table
called to order
by gaia

jesus spoke
then buddha too
then the willow tree
roared
and
the room grew silence
gathering
around the tree
in the magic sun
and shade