Sunday, March 20, 2011

a merciless search is on the way
on the twisting streets of my memories
for a 'happy once upon a time' moment
and I remember:
had I truly liked myself
I wouldn't have spent a lifetime
running away
to become someone else.
but finding myself on the shores of
the ever expanding present back at home
can't help but compare myself
against a mirage of
this someone I once was
and wonder if all that journey
was for something. nothing?

Monday, March 14, 2011

our hybrid dreams
we sell on the short
like some twitter feeds
imprisoned within an
artificial constraint
and then
words fall upon words
hiding their secret
associations
under their false
trans-funk-crip-tion-al
pretenses
line after line