Like a curse

On another river
thousands of miles away
darkness floats
like a curse -

All its bridges are burnt
its boats sunk;
the water moans, screams,
wails its way past
charred houses,
temples, mosques
floating corpses, and fire

On another river
many thousand miles away..

Memories

I have nothing
to remember you by;
no pictures
no words
no keepsakes.

Everyday is
a betrayal of memory;
Every smile
a treachery
that pushes pain
further away;

Every sunlit day
Every joy
Every happiness
is nothing but treason.

I smile.
I watch the moonbeams dance
on the sometimes silent
never calm
lake of my mind.

I live

The Golden Fingernail

It is the long night
of many stars
and scattered darkness.

The moon
picks on my raw
unhealed wounds
with its pale, golden fingernail.

Somewhere far far away
soft gentle waves lap away
at the shores of my lake.

In the long black night
of many stars
and scattered darkness.

Dreams

Shards of broken glass
asleep under my
closed, pale eyelids

I climb, I run, I reach the top
and always, always, I fall

Snakes and more snakes
slither their way around
my naked waist

My clear, blue, green lake
turns black, grey
moans under the red
crimson moon

My mountains look
down on me
laugh and sneer

I climb, I run, I reach the top
and always, always I fall

Shards of broken glass
asleep under my
closed, pale eyelids.

Remnant Street

Walking along
Remnant Street
on a cold February night.

Stars struggle,
gasp and die
against the darkness in the sky.

The bitter wind
whips through my hair
chills my bones, my heart.

I hold fire in my hand
between my thin, slender fingers
the long cigarette glows.

Remnants of my life
my bones, my heart
smolder, burn.

Walking along
Remnant Street
on a cold February night.