Like the banana peel
thrown on the sidewalk, you
come across the life.
And you still go on, in the―
...
Stares down, the grey
moon, fixedly,
in naked aggression…
Fire and brimstone.
...
Answering your own question,
wrapping the kill―
as manifestation of
God's will.
...
What you did not know
was the resilience
of tulips.
...
The space had a scent.
In stunned silence, I will
speak my mind.
...
You were not facing
the facts to defeat yourself―
with palm leaves wiping
away the stains of moon.
...
The cat was finally
dead.
After a professional cut.
...
A moth love was evolving,
without a flame.
You are going to bang the wall.
...
Flawless surrender,
when the leaves were falling
of bougainvillea, while
the hot wind blew past.
...