Pocket Armageddon

 

Pocket Armageddon 

don’t have to add it up 

don’t need a photo or a map 

you know it’s wrong 

and that’s really that  

how it sits with you

drinks your coffee; eats your bread 

entertaining you all day long 

taking you to bed 

spending the bread 

giving in to the moment 

you like being fed 

while others take the torment 

a day will come 

a pocket armageddon 

suddenly you start 

thinking about religion 

all your calculations 

drive that 

accountant 

to resignation 

because 

it’s all wrong 

why didn’t you 

listen to your mom

My Dearest Enemy

my dearest 

enemy

you know I’ve always 

given everything 

even when you weren’t 

watching me 

I felt you with me 

mocking me 

through failure to failure 

I was happy even then 

knowing I was giving comfort 

to you how that must’ve felt 

exotic your hatred of me 

became something else 

in your happiness 

and powerlessness 

although we’ll never meet 

it gives me pleasure to know

you’ll be hurting

every time I succeed 

I feel myself satisfied 

realizing you’ll always be beaten 

by disappointments

pride and envy 

it’s too late to change 

many things 

but you don’t need to 

forgive me 

because you 

live through me, 

my dearest 

enemy 

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Who will lead the Revolution?

 

a mother of three 

a child in need 

group of masked teens 

sentient vegetable beings 

man with a wooden hand 

two sisters in Islamabad 

teachers on sabbatical 

whores on a bicycle 

frozen boxes of fish 

three covens of witches 

a tired driver in braces 

you with your sense of grace

Living in the Library

Why would I think to move 

or even leave 

it’s warm in here I’ve got 

so much more to read 

I’ve tried outside 

it doesn’t bring 

the view 

I get from this seat 

people are quiet here

and my only fear 

is someone taking 

what I need 

when I’m hungry 

I look up a recipe 

when I’m lonely 

I take a biography 

I feel happy 

with photography 

and philosophy brings 

me relief 

at night my mind grows a garden 

and I wake up with the knowledge 

while my ignorance 

is still talking in its sleep

I dress with anticipation

that I’ll once again 

feel that sensation 

between warm sheets of paper and ink 

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Turban Renewal

 Turban Renewal 

when the sun refuses to shine 

and the land starts to decline 

people put up a cry 

the king, the king must die 

young, handsome, and strong 

fought everyone to the top 

took a bride on the first of March 

people celebrated all month long 

long as crops grew in the fields 

enemies knew the deal 

there was peace; hope to be seen 

in nights of the people’s dreams 

after wizard’s been 

hung and quartered 

and court’s been 

replaced with orders 

he’s got a fortnight 

to turn things around 

before people burn 

the palace to the ground