some poems take leave from the page
to dance down the alley of hearts
between each beat a metaphor
to carry them to places where
...
the mind is vaster
than the body
the mind is an eye of
a larger entity
...
let me tell you no man is an island
the moon is full tonight and
the asylum is louder than usual
the mind seeks its company through
...
the field is large as Russia
but a goal is all
that matters
...
no blood runs
in this part of my physique
and it is the main
like bones that
...
fifa world cup
you can bite your way
to a goal
...
the real balls are the physiques
which are filled full with the air of desire
ever ready to spring to action
to show their invincibilities
...