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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Salted Cashews

The taste of Baja Salted Cashews lingers
Long after the last handful has been chewed and
Gingerly swallowed
Somewhere between Bangkok and
Riyadh, I developed quite the
Addiction to the
Crunchy, salty and dry taste

The door opens and I am handed
My class schedule for the week
Listening and Speaking, for 3 periods
Corporate Co Curricular for 2
The latter seems like something
Made up

“Who has room 8?” someone says
While walking into the teacher’s room
“Abdullah died in a car crash over
The weekend.”
I grabbed another handful of cashews
Life here exists on the razor’s edge
My students are at a constant crossroads
Being pulled towards being a family man,
Death by car accident,
Religious zealotry
And Jihad
And much like the cashews,
Their spirts will linger long after they have
Been chewed up and swallowed

And mostly forgotten

Friday, March 27, 2015

hey covered in hello

Hi and or hey covered in hello
your wit makes me horny for
I am all surface, empty, 
like robotic fireflies in monsoon skies

Monday, March 2, 2015

Dark Matter

What magic exists in a kiss?
Her eyes were plagiarized from
The stars
I saw constellations in her smile
That told future stories
Of the myths we would write
As we traversed the globe
Every strand of hair like

Dark matter

Inexplicable in its gravity
And bereft of earthly calculations

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes
Like solar rays

At first I circled her like
Cosmic dust falling into a black hole
But when she took my hand,
I became forever lost behind
The event horizon of her soul

Until she expelled me
Like gamma rays
Across the expanse
Left alone to dance
With other phenomena

A cloud of plasma
Glowing dull
With no form.