Sense of Wonder
should I ever lose
my sense of wonder
at the occurrence
of the everyday:
a pencil, socks, books, hugs
the child in me
is lost
Sense of Wonder
should I ever lose
my sense of wonder
at the occurrence
of the everyday:
a pencil, socks, books, hugs
the child in me
is lost
The Only Proof
the only proof
I ever existed
was meeting
a stranger’s eyes
acknowledgment of
another presence
for the length
of a heartbeat
The Act of Creation
When I create
I destroy
The pencil dulls
The paper soiled
What I have destroyed
Is a crucible
For the phoenix
To live again
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The Piano Accordion
The wheezy rattle
Of the squeezebox
Amused us
When we played it as kids
In my grandfather’s hands
It sang love songs
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Capes and Undies
It’s hard to be a superhero
When your cape is caught
On the door handle
And you’re left outside
The door in
Only your undies
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Barred Vision
Standing at the kitchen window
The cross beam of the pane
Demarcates sand/ocean
Standing back the beam
Separates ocean/horizon
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The Murraya Hedge
the cloying scent of murraya
thick like syrup
in the morning stillness
waiting for the bus and
gagging on last night’s
argument
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I make lists
of Things to Do Today
or Before I Die
(whichever comes first)
Best Films to Watch
Albums to Buy
Best One-Liners as Comebacks
Girls I Wished I Kissed
Activities I Will Never Do
Reasons to Stay Home
Reasons to Go Out
Why Doughnuts Are the Ultimate
and why I can never
follow my heart
Vocabulary
You have heard me speak
with articulate arguments
and clumsy utterances
stuttered, stammered sentences
whispered desires and fantasies
paraphrases of quotes
I think are funny
and lengthy diatribes
about the insignificant
yet I have not
spoken a single
word
Paper Aeroplanes
he folds his words
into formations for flight
released into the void
to catch the nearest wind
some fall to the ground
as lifeless birds
others catch the draft
and drift over the horizon
an albatross with no land
he folds his words
and sends them
forth in flight