Death hits like sticks
cracking frozen flowers
like bricks
killing every hour.
A war-torn survivor
flashes back.
She’s called “a liar.”
feeling All Blacked-
Out: psychotic
I’m out of control!
not simply neurotic;
I have no soul.
to The Remainder
I no longer go.
Pennino, The Stranger,
religiously said, “No.”
He equates me with danger
a former Monsoon Fiance
whose family derailed my fate;
SoulMates They Won’t Tolerate.
Dadi, Auntie, can you see me?
Eehab, Emily, are you energy?
Steve, Dave, are you with me?
Did You See Reality?
I hope I exist
for very good reason
’cause I feel no bliss
with any season.
“The only constant is change.”
My only constant is pain.
Pennies Cast upon Wishes,
into Fountains and Falls. Stitches.
