He Had Visitors

Why do you want me to be Unhappy Why do you want me to be Enslaved I feel your thumbs round the insides of my cheeks And tap the tip of the tongue Your spit cascades into my nostrils And wells up in my gums I will not swallow, I cannot speak Beneath me, my […]

Ink and Irrelevance

Ink conveys neither life nor death Blood suggests neither man nor woman Breath itself tells me very little About who you are, and more importantly Why The object of this life we’ve been given Is not to accumulate or accomplish But to prepare and introspect On what’s been done, is happening And will be done, […]