Bold drapes; enclosing curtains
Flutter reassuringly, circling
Mother den
Lumps of chalkish vessels
Resume background for the heavens
A sturdy mirage of black and white polka-dots
Unleash serendipity; “mho-ooo-ooo” rolls
The stillness, trapped in an anonymous threshold
Zooms respectfully near, busy counting molds
Or immodest green leaves, corrupt’d by dust
Almost aching for you to grab hold; subtle lust
Trumpets roaring, books snoring
Roosters howling “morning”
It.Has.Commenced…
Shall we?
We shall.
Will I?
I will.
An epidemic
Waltz of words
Slightly rhetoric
Duly rehearsed
Sidestep into the rat-race
Empty carcasses to fill
Drown in the tidal-waves of faces
And the grass is falling greener, still
Ready, set, pause—
Intrinsic moments
Gutless shallow clauses
Lay absent opponents
Ripple, crackle, shot
Slow motion inept
Lights out; veiled dot
Shadow’s shadow put to the test
Did he?
He did
Can I?
I…
I. There’s this recurring dream
One of nomadic simplicity
I spend time in turns
How free, how free, how free
Zakaria.M 