Poetry · Writing

heart to heart

you dropped the ball

you missed an opportunity

she was reaching out

but you seemed

distracted

like you didn’t give a shit;

two frames and no pictures

math without numbers

paper without desk

water with frogs without lilies;

can only swim in cold water

long enough to take two breathes

not to waste on insincere feelings

Poetry · Writing

light kombat

she asked if

i was blinded by the lights;

two k set up in a alley

behind a Wendy

are they, too bright’

when the scripture hit the pen

humanity paused-

those lights

those lights filled a stadium three times the earth

a field for gods to play finger football

& were too puny to even place a bet

so no, thee-

these lights were made for mortals

mortal pain mortal gain

all in the ring

mortal kombat