Poetry · Writing

humble forest

seeking peace

dear noisy,

stay away

this quiet shelter we built

doesn’t have time for your bad breath

so find another house to blow down

just another static wolf

seeking lost

and found in humble forest.

dear noisy,

stay away

you’re services

are no longer required.

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