The Blues are mo better with two partners

One adore to me

One to exploit me

I bought them both a red dress

To see who looks more like the devil...

I wait until the last minute

As if I know my last minute

I could vanish in the interim

Lose my passion in the waiting room

My ideals are stronger than my will

Some days

I barely do what I feel

Some days

These days

I’ve seen my best

I’ve seen my worst

Procrastination is only poetic

If the form is blank verse...

Satisfaction after love’s recreated.

Respite realized in the river

Released from restraints

I’m not a prisoner of fate

when I’m with her.

The hands of Time stand

erect, still

at the hour

and minute

our gazes met.

Lingering

in

that moment

Sustaining the feeling

Puppy scratches

snatch me

from peace on Earth.

It was all becoming real...

Leaping puppy unknowingly found lethargy

White coat clean as her and food live separately

Empty stomach, and she still smiles.

Puppy will only be ill for a little while...

Equal parts steamed milk,

espresso to compliment.

Cortado writes poems...

God is an omniscient NPC.

If you believe that, don’t pray.

King Saul consulted a medium

To contact the prophet beyond the grave.

The Lord no longer answered his prayers

So he pleaded

with the medium

to practice the very magic he banned.

When the Source leans away,

The desperate search for a conduit

Even if it’s not the proper channel.

When your estranged lover

blocks your number,

You call...

Ethiopian food joints

Copious bus stops

Vagabonds, passersby

Green line beneath footsteps

Quincy street,

My mind has gerrymandered you

In favor of my safety.

The world is small in this big city.

My lover rests on the outskirts

Towards the end of the line.

The people who will be my neighbors

are still quiet threats,

Creeping with their puppies.

I see them

I know them not

My dog needs to reli...

As I looked into your eyes, I saw my future go up in flames.

The future that I thought I wanted:

Money, status, security.

All wrapped in a blaze of ambiguity.

Sparks of my true aspiration

jumped off the flame

Called my name

and beckoned me

into the burning belief.

I stepped into the fire

unscathed

And saw

it was only my doubt

that was set ablaze...

Her face is often inquisitive.

Questions form around her cheeks,

and leave her mouth effortlessly.

Though my language is not her first,

Her tongue finds ways to contort to English.

Gentle yet hesitate smile

Pronounced dimples

Especially on the left.

Subtle semi circles beneath her blue eyes

that meet mine when I glance

At the beauty mark just below her scalp

Placed on the left of her forehead...

Is eternity

the space

before the cry of infancy

and the after-void

that succeeds death?

Life can’t seem to be measured anymore...