Never have I heard
A question more full of condescension.
Do we live in different worlds?
We’d have to live in different dimensions
To be unbeholden to this realm’s own tax
Of the life we think our own,
And not to wish for more take-backs
Than of the life we’ve thus been shown.
Prognosis
In three years’ time, life will be mine:
A change will come and dawn will shine;
So goeth the prophecy
My amateur fortune teller telleth to me.
Settling
Maybe if, in a hundred years,
I could look back and say
That I ticked all the boxes of a life well-lived —
Then maybe now could be okay.
Web Sites
I can’t very well answer obviously
So obviously, the answer must be
That I don’t like any websites, and none like me
Because I don’t get along with spiders.
Overload
I hear the layers
Of their thoughts
The decibels
Of their words
And the screams
Added by each
Dynamic
There is no space in the air
To speak, to breathe
I don’t know why and barely care
I just want to leave
Cursed
Every turn wall-bound;
Every word better unvoiced:
The fate of the cursed.
Parabellum
So there’s things I’m meant to do,
Uniting me against you.
No, there isn’t a tomorrow;
Right now will have its way.
I am here, your light to borrow;
So forgive me for today,
Even as I steal away your golden hue.
Well, That Depends
If I were to meet a genie
Who seemed a shady sort,
And played with words for a hobby —
I would hit abort.
If I were to meet a genie
Who seemed such a charming gent,
And lavished me with offerings…
I wouldn’t trust him for a cent.
Unwriting Wrongs
I wouldn’t dare —
Their stories are written
By themselves and the world;
How could I ever de-scribe them?