Carved visages deface a sacred site, a culture destroyed.
Sioux warriors long forgotten, white Presidents resident.
A mountain renamed. #lqw
Djinn in a Bottle
My desideratum long forgotten, each wish gone astray – the djinn a trickster-god, deceitful.
A final wish, unspoken, ungranted.
Carpets and Drapes
The xanthous bride walked the aisle, her hair colour indeterminate beneath her ivory veil.
She dyed it so often I couldn’t remember…
Crepuscular creatures, flitting on the shallow light of dawn.
I yowl, calling out for freedom.
“SHUT UP, F***IN CAT!” is their reply
They called it Bubble Pop, the false advertising promise of eternal youth.
We got the change we were asking for, but only in coins.
The gecko crawls, a silent Death in the night.
His quarry trembles beneath the electric lights, an artificial moon misguiding.
A slow pirouette, the end to her waltz with the stars –
a long cabré
, with gravity’s rainbow eclipsed, only an instant, too brief.
I imagine that the first ape/
believed that tails were great/
wasn’t the norm/
and he had trouble finding a mate
The Linguist’s Lament
He smiled when asked his profession, armed with his lil joke.
, which isn’t the study of happiness.
Not in this day and age!”
swelled, slowly palpitating as he consumed her fluids.
I shuddered inside, not wanting to offend the ambassador.