t’is the season for ailments
fraught with hope and wonder
t’is the season for lessons
taught with pain and suffer
remember yesterday’s mistakes
ponder upon what’s at stake
4.6.2022
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
t’is the season for ailments
fraught with hope and wonder
t’is the season for lessons
taught with pain and suffer
remember yesterday’s mistakes
ponder upon what’s at stake
4.6.2022
I like your style
I like your idea
let me copy it; it’ll be worthwhile
I’ll let them know it was yours, prima donna
yes, our shadows may be alike,
yet who says we’ll strike
similarities of our qualities?
ephemeral beings such as us, serendipities?
rest assured, my dear comrade
the show won’t be too long for us, nomads
4.5.2022
what was it?
who was the culprit?
this gnarly knot sitting in my stomach
it must have come from somewhere
was it the seaweed soup?
was it the clam in the soup?
slowly incinerating contents in stomach
this stomachache knows how to catch attention
4.4.2022
I feel the love in every moment
touching your soft fatty flab
so soft and tender I wonder
how such precious being could exist.
so, my dear quarter pound rib eye steak
thank you for sacrificing a piece of you
to wake me into a taste unbeknownst to me
4.3.2022
a red hot jalapeño sauce I bought for a bet
i tried a drop smeared on a white plate
hm not bad
oh wait
oh shit what is happening
why won’t this stop, this painful burning
wait what if I dip a mozzarella cheese
oh no oh man it does not help does it
ss-hah-ss-hah it is hot and won’t stop
ah-ah ice-cream i want
ah-ah crème-brûlée dans le besoin
4.2.2022
if I said I had not thought about staying with you
I’d be lying
but I am here, standing against all the odds
away from you
leaving you in my memory
and walking away into the breaking dawn.
So, my dear twin size mattress,
know that I will be back
and be reunited with you tonight
4.2.2022
is it a duel?
or is it a dance
half empty or half full
throwing a dice for a chance
to run into each other tomorrow
over the scenery of Chicago
4.2.2022
it was gray color in the morning
but there is a fire where no one’s looking
shivering in cold from still harsh weather
shielding a heart from a world still tougher
but let it stand against the cold
withstand fear and get hurt and hold
the triumphant knowledge
the world you’ve witnessed
4.1.2022
caffeine induced insomnia for four nights
woke up, realized now is to start to write
what I felt, what I believed in my heart
before the day gets long to see the star
over the head falls the rain
perhaps explains the pain
one that might not be understood
as those who were not heard would
cry, cry all you want
tomorrow, after the storm, it’ll be calm
3.31.2022
early morning, air’s freezing
sky over horizon, turns jean blue
birds are chirping, as I’m walking
through dark street, to library at cue
as music’s playing from AirPods into my ears
as I sing the song of dreams that are dear
3.30.2022
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