Week 23, Day 156 – “Lost”

Lost

lost my internet
lost my mind
lost my car keys
lost my youth
lost the game
lost my love
and unwavering joy
when I lost you
that was the end

Week 23, Day 155 – “Excuse Me”

Excuse Me

please, excuse me
for my transgression
then you forgive me.
wouldn’t it be great
if it was easy.
I ask, and you give.
forgiveness for all.

Week 22, Day 154 – “Bridge Over Troubled Water”

Bridge Over Troubled Water

different worlds
are the same
and we are
someday friends
with no hate
just dinner
to bridge us
you and I
through our past
together
possible
connections
a future

Week 22, Day 153 – “The Sounds of Silence”

The Sounds of Silence

silent faceless women
leaving anonymous marks
in elevators,
on bathroom mirrors,
written on white boards,
black boards,
and unread blogs.
until one day, maybe,
a subtle rumble rises
and their music, magic, majesty
makes itself known.

Insha’Allah

Week 22, Day 152 – “I am a Rock”

I am a Rock

I am Adarsh, the rock god
good and solid, always here
those who would wish to know me
need to only look around
everywhere, but unnoticed
winds and rain come down on me
and I just stand up taller

Week 22, Day 151 – “America”

America

o’ america
what a place to be wealthy
too bad I am not

Week 22, Day 150 – “Homeward Bound”

Homeward Bound

expat without home
I don’t belong here
but no place to go back to

I thought I had found my place
were I belonged, longed
but wasn’t there long

harder to be close
than to never love
or belong at all

Week 22, Day 149 – “Cecilia”

Cecilia

cecilia always wore black
black thigh high boots
short skirts and bustiers

even though I am a leg man
and tried not to stare
i couldn’t help but catch a glimpse

she noticed and came over
planted one on me
black lipstick bruising my cheek

Week 22, Day 148 – “For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her”

For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her

listening to simon and garfunkel
dreaming of running free through sunny woods
with fall colors along the quiet stream

Week 21, Day 147 – “Coulda Been Worse”

Coulda Been Worse

coulda been worse, I suppose
after you left, I wept
not because you were gone
but because I didn’t care
not about you, or me, or anyone
I cried until I vomited
and got it all out