I Write

I write

For wet concrete blocks and

Empty park benches,

Of ugly winter sweaters and

Unsaid forgotten thoughts.

For limp leaves and bright socks,

Lukewarm hearts and filthy weather.

To fill blank pages and 

Lonely memory slots.

To drink down daily nights and

For faithless sanity's sake.

I prefer

Pouring bleach on blood stains,

Melancholic life over dream constraints.

Flatlands over magical plains,

Observing grey everyday.

I prefer 

Enduring tragedies over

Fleeting calamities.

Come ask me why.

I write 

Brimming grins over 

Yearning lives.

Come ask me why.

Digital Dirt

Love me more when I'm gone.

When you cannot see me at last, 

Living one thumb flick away.

When you can finally look past,

My insouciant nods,

My obnoxious quips.

All the wordless confessions 

That I could never give.

When you cannot find,

The picture that didn't exist.

But it seems, you are

Satisfied with that ode, hidden

In a pool of polemics.

Or when you cannot go back,

To the night that never was,

To the pause that wasn't filled,

Pity, nostalgia, unjustified regret?

Welcome to the hole in my chest

Write on those bluest walls and skies,

Some morning coffee powered lines.

Think of those vaguely false times,

You were laughing at my pleasantries.

Forget my misgivings and disguise

Our uneventful lives into a dream.

Be slightly saddened 

if you knew my name,

But shed the thought if it lasts 

More than a TV ad.

Love me more when I'm dead.

That's all the love I deserve.

Everything I hope to get.

I Wonder Why

I wonder why

They don't call me insane

Dreams flair then flicker then flop

Realities change, traffic lights the same

Some carry on and some just stop

I wonder why

The grand marshal's dead but race is on

Bold brick walls and smooth silk sheets Still could not hide the dawn

Every day I wake for this blunderous sun

Every day I smile. My mirror does not

I wonder why 

理想 - 俳句

この際は

違うの？おれに

世界にも

Ideal - A Haiku

Let's just hope we are

wrong this time - no, not you

Or me but - this world

Cut

Dreams alive 

"A hundredth time"

I lived today

I die tonight

I might

Act and dance and

then step down,

So I heard it's true,

A stage

Thank you 

For the lovely mornings 

I did not wake,

For the beautiful places

I did not see,

All those 

Summer faces faked.

I'm grateful for 

This perfect take 

Maybe with

A wistful face,

It has been a cloudy day

It has been a starry night 

My Arson

Empathy, a federal felony 

Keeping curtains closed, a crime 

Burn the bridge

Lock the door

There is no other side 

Keep your speeches short

They don't care,

Rusty men and microphones 

Kept it solemn 

Kept it sudden

Pages in epics,

Such betrayals 

I wish upon it,

The greatest misfortune 

Your bonfire 

My arson