I’m always late! Green like her eyes … no, they are lighter: greyish a bit. I lost her as usual. The green still far. I push as hard as I can…
I struggled to separate my stuck eyelids while inside winds shook my head. Light from the window added up to my eye fight.
“Yasser!”
I say it time and again. Every week, this group meets and for every time I am there, I walk away grounded by the experience. It is an auditorium turned in on itself so that the stage is the very seat beneath you.
I liked the way you’d pull my hand under your skirt under restaurant tables,
The way you smelled when you were turned on.
I liked the cheap hotel rooms…
I am tired.
No.
I am destroyed.
From the pain of losing the one…
A world so grey
The word ‘enigmatic’
A powerful ray…
A shade of amethyst
but duller.
It hurts to look
and the hand quivers at the touch…
You wake up on a grey floor, in a large dome-shaped room so spherical it seems unnatural. The room is empty except for a large pipe that protrudes out of the wall…
John, Paul and George shot from triangular positions. John’s went astray; however the other two rocks hit the small head perfectly…
I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second…
Paul’s striking poem needs to be read twice, from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
I saw a doctor over a year ago to find out what my problem was. He was a skinny, yet round faced man who seemed annoyed that I had the audacity to interrupt his Facebook hour…
Steve: Alright Dave.
Dave: Alright Steve.
Steve: Where’s Eric?
Dave: Floating in a paddling pool three gardens down…
For a few moments he moved relentlessly back and forth along the corridor; then he looked at the red glowing numbers, both read 77…
It was wonderful; it broke me
It was excruciatingly joyful; it built me
Would you remember this when I go?
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