Thirteen Shapes – Part 3

Cybernetic opium shows flickered Empty theatres grew inside the dying As their eyes burned with medicines ‘Do I want to continue with this?’ Monaural tones and the gray shades of sleep : Reflected on the oceans below I remember long ago seeing the beach : And dreaming of being a fish Swimming the...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 2

Where have my pills gone? From my window perch I watched the sea of faces pass The currents carried words, my ears would capture “Has your daughter been fine? Has she found a husband?” That tarot reader told fortunes on the corner Flipping cards while eager eyes hoped futures were near The...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 1

On early mornings we would pack the car My three brothers and I anxious for the shore Red plastic sand buckets, carefully packed lunches The shore fenced by sweltering pavement My Mother would unpack as we ran for the waves The cold water burned the heat from my hooves And my flesh would retreat from its...