Poems, Untitled

Harboured & caged in darkling slums /

Trickled in squall and besieged by gulls /

Decaying away whilst hid from ritzy predators ready to prey and spray /

Romancing with trouble keeping one double in the huddle /

Hover in society tryna be supple /

The Essence of Home

I wait to be recognised by the land that chewed them up and spit them out /

into cold black seas and winter nights in Heidelberg–

Kismaayo. The humid heat of day time slumber–

Mannheim. The birth of a child /

I look around and see the faces of those who saw their people slain.

There’s something so fascinating about bathroom lights at night, while ancient frankincense is burning, like…

Listen, Dear:
Do not trust Anyone
Who doesn’t take your
Hand and say;

“Here! Look, it breaks me, too.

My good love is gold /

Hope that’s enough shine for ya /

Hope you can snap your heart to this feeling