Monday, September 24, 2012

rivers don't drink blood


rivers drink no blood

but rivers drown
they submerge
bodies emerge
men dig
women hide
men pay
with spades
women pay with hearts
river still does not stop
now a billion hearts float
like billion sinking spades.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Scene from a bus stop

We wait
and then we start wailing.
We disturb
and then we create.
We must be tiny
because we are made of absolutes.
We are limitless
as long as there are limits.

Then the bus comes

I miss it.