Archive for April, 2012

Sunday

the Western world dies
in some corner of a Chinese
restaurant — it’s cool

Saturday

temptation means choice
— but gazing into her eyes
I am born to this
faithless liaison the way
a ball is thrown to a dog

Friday

keep on with the job
of falling in from the wok’s
edge to its centre

Thursday

once upon a time
the stories fought to decide
whose truth was truest —
till the One Last True Tale Left
told the storyteller’s death

Wednesday

philosophy peers
by definition blindly
into the unknown

Tuesday

there is a spirit
determines who we think we
are — surrender it!

Monday

he fights as though he’s
dancing — she drives recklessly
like a woman kissed —
their parallel destinies
any moment must converge