The Lover is not a Lover, He is a Pig

If i was leaner, thinner

muscles bulging all over

Biceps, Triceps, abdominal muscles

in perfectly fit clothes

If i was prim, formal

welbred

with a bow-tie, classy shoes

mouth vomiting foreign accent

if i was rich and able

i could buy you

your happiness

If i was stylish, fashionable

you can easily display

like an earring or a dress

If i was normal, conventional

Who could always say yes

and follow you like a dog

you can always drag

If i was easy, smooth

So i could agree with all of your friends

And talk to you about relations

im always confused

If i was organized, arranged

without stain

pure

Like a prince

in your favorite films

If i was more sophisticated

and knew all the things in this world

if i was able to take you there

If i was clean

well shaven

without a trace of fat and sin

I could be more of a Lover.

Sky Blue and Orange

Excerpt.

Black Cat

Black Cat

Of this lake

So silent

Like the floating hyacinths

Staring, envying the birds who dive for snack

A cat, whose fur is lonesome black

Sits upon the bamboo floor

Sits upon the door

Where miles and miles of thoughts lay

Slothful above the waters

Dancing the warm winds slow.

At the center in the heart of this lake

Where the fishes go stout of peaceful tide and prey

The cat dreams

Of dreams of sun-borne beams

Beaming from the holes on the walls

Bringing to light

The invisible dusts

Of dreams of kingdoms found beneath

The stillness of Velcro-weeds intertwining

With blooms

So rich as

The finest drapery

Of the Siamese fighting fish

Swimming in his dreams

In the water-colored depths

where air does not breathe.

The cat sleeps at the center of this lake

Detached from a world

Where dreams don’t breathe.