Doubles
Love is a fairy of chaos.
Category: Poetry
shoulda woulda coulda
If you loved her you should have just told me. My heart wouldn’t have died as swiftly as it did when I saw your hands souls touching in an open secret.
Life.
I tend to think that my main problem is, that I go through life startled shocked that having love and money at the same time is so difficult sure that God probably likes and agrees with my cuss words and waiting on someone to kill all the politicians.
The remnants
We look so fondly upon those symbols of colonialism, as if cursive wasn’t shoved down our throats and we didn’t learnt to spell colour, colour.
Secrets
Secrets. Heavy because of their weight Or the lightness that you could have with just a little more understanding?
Return, rewind, it’s over
I come home To him With the wetness of you still between my
lucid
I dream of you when I sleep. The connection stays, even as I see other universes – And I dream of you -you are the dream come true- lucidly when I’m awake. You feel like my future.