The Occasional Cloud

"I love your poems" I can't help roaring with laughter What poems? Why sir, I've never written a poem in my life But I've bled, I've shed Died a thousand deaths on paper, if that is what you mean If you were truly paying attention You'd know there are no poems But a single piece, told in fragments  And expressed in different ways, Often times in wild shriek Or a whisper, timid and meek.  So you see, there's no room here for poetry

21 Dec 2021 Dear Rafia I am restless and cannot sleep  I am unsatisfied and without peace  Truth is, I am raging with jealousy Kids my age are drinking, finding the right camera pose The perfect shade of light, twirling on a pole Me? I'm at home,  climbing up the wall with my thoughts No one (in recent memory)  has ever called me a good time I wish I could sparkle and shine Not twinkle and glow I wish I could have an epic love That captures me in their arms in front of everyone I wish I had another name,  and spoke a different tongue I wish I could have fun and shout obscenities from the depth of my lungs That I could treat life like a game Walk like a challenge Talk like a threat I wish I could shatter the mold I wish I wasn't always the good girl (all the damn time) Sensible weighs upon my shoulders, so heavy Oh to be free!  To toss my head and tip my glass And sip the coolade.  Bottoms up? Is that how the saying goes? I wish I were well versed in such terms Oh to wade in whi

It's been a year of clear skies, glorious sunshine But I feel the clock turning back towards night For once it is a change I will not fight This too will take me, deliver me so carefully, where I need to be I'm no longer afraid of the dark.  Anyway, it is always daytime when I writhe and ache My demons pursue me most when I'm awake