Public Writing

Writing has been
dubbed the activity of
loneliness. Words composed
in the absence of the world
depicting humanity.

Which is probably why
I write in public. In
the centre of human chaos;
voices, words, gestures
tripping over themselves
in a rat-race to feel
important. Lights, sounds
all vying for sight;
for what is anything if
it is not acknowledged.
I may have company
but disconnect lingers;
a gnawing reminder that
I remain Khalil's island.

The world around me revolves
in centripetal ubiquity; faces
composed of blurred squares,
conversations garbled and a
sense of superficial collectivity;
all collapsing outside the
walls of my solitude.

I write hence, in the silence
of noise, words describing
the whir of the world.

Digital Relationships

Electronic conversations
on digital parchment have
the quality of being
ephemeral and permanent
at the same time.

They form the basis of work,
acquaintance,love and friends.
Bridges of words in Apollian-
spirit, they are like the
relationships they sustain.

Relationships; those selfish
markers of human possession.
Brittle, tensile; clinging to
whatever works. Even yellowing
gathering electronic parchments.

Superman Shorts

I wore a red underwear
over my duck-squatting PJS
the other day. They fit
quite nicely, tight and
snug; clinging on in
look-at-me despair.

Strong, virile, susceptible
below the belt to Kryptonite,
I decided that other day
that my caped goodness would
change the world and me. That
I would be my own salvation.

Today though, Kryptonite is
just a green, legend-infused rock.
My red underwear, a flagging, loose
cloth; evidential of failure. Today
I save not my world, not me, no one. Today
I sit, of this world, un-caped, mortal.

Tentativity of Geography

Sometimes it feels as if we

are anchored to places & not people.

Sometimes it feels as if we

are not anchored at all.

Sometimes it feels as if we

are anchored to people who move

away taking us along with them.

Why does it matter? The anchor,

the mast, the need to be connect?

Are we not forgetting;

that we do not choose for ourselves.