Blog Update

Hello, sorry for taking down pieces, I'm going to start publishing stuff here again. 

It was feeling like I was talking to a void, and the blog felt like an additional hassle to maintain. But people reached out saying that they missed this blog, which felt... good. 

Please consider commenting on the poems.

Woke

I'm so woke
I haven't slept in days. I stumble
like an insomniac
from argument to argument.

The Mechanics of Love

Going through old, cringey, unpublished drafts. I try not to write love poetry any more.

...

"Oh I'm not blaming myself for anything, don't you worry."

Love.
Also known as
the making of homes
in human beings.

"You weren't there."

You love the space you've carved
out of my chest, claimed it for yourself,
and used as fuel for your happiness. Taken:
A mirror. A valley of echoes. A stray
glistening word or calloused fingertip.

The mechanics of love.

And now she is strong. An
independent woman not needing
a man to love her, to remind her
of her inherent worthiness. And as for me:
there is no one to blame.

Jaisalmer Fort

Sussurating through the cirrus-ed sky,
Jostling merrily for
cerulean dominance
Jaisalmer terraces cheer kites
in the foreground of the Fort;

The delight of children drowned by
the scream of the
cream of the
Indian Air Force
Scissoring through the sound barrier.

Spring

Soft seeds float
as if a truck of cotton exploded
the air is thick with plant lust
springing and coming onto
cars, roads, trees
hair, neck, mouth

TSArist America

In my mind I have no beard
In my mind I am white
Which is why I smile at young children
And TSA officers. 

Paterson, NJ

Inspired by the city, the movie, the poem and the falls. 
...

The town is stuck in decade-old Hollywood.
Only the falls fall flooding like alliteration, an
onomatopoeic onslaught of thundering movement
unmindful of ABA rhyme schemes and the pattering
of Driver-poets, resisting being wrapped like a shawarma
and served 

to-go.

Paterson.
Adam.
William.
The old white gods are swept away
to make room for the new old brown ones.