you numb me!

present, not present. all the same.
you kill the voices
the poet,
you kill the prophet…
I am human again.


it never leaves because I want it to stay

I am in love.
the sun on my right
the moon on my left
buzzing in my ears and buildings behind my back;
I am in love.

I witness myself dissolve
with my every movement towards the halting of my future movements;
nah, not even close.

to dance with the dead

“Hi there!
want a memory from Kosovo?”

I got plenty…
I got rivers flowing as if flowing inside
mountains high enough to reach the skies
I got clouds parting when viewed by me
and thoughts making me what I plan to be

but yes,
do give me one more.