As I was standing over the edge
Of the rail – the tracks convoluted
Into a path to nowhere.
Labyrinthine, I quipped.
...
A photograph of two fools,
Kissing,
Embracing,
Entwined like the constellations,
...
I mosey
Around the livid halls
Of a thousand Novembers.
But Nikkita,
...
My breaths are pilfered
As your vacuous eyes stare
At me like the abyss
That devours the effulgence of the
...
Silently a snake slithers
Calculating the errs of
Physics and kinetics
A fray of inertia and love.
...
A bus was
Brought to a
Disheartening standstill
And so did the
...
The silver lining of the moon
Flows endlessly upon my being –
As I gaze all alone at the constellations
And think of them as:
...
Women, of all sorts
Dress to impress, seeking for consorts –
Oh, the image all men made them contort
I’d rather have my woman, with a fedora on her head
...
I’d feign a laugh in a saturnine avenue -
Where traces of your hair meld with the dried leaves.
...
As I cast
My soliloquized nets over
The ravaging seas
In fathoms, it occurred to me like fire
...