Leaving- A Poem

I’m here always leaving,I’m here never living.What are you going to do about me?Fire meFor I’m here never feeling. I was called upon by the square headed giantHow grateful I was!I was here but always leavingthrough an opening up above my brain,writing poems you never met and never willbut I’m leaving them here as a

Ring In My Pocket- A Poem

I left again for homeBelated,I flew on, to home,To where she waited. A sunny morning boiled into noonHer skin was on firePreparing for something soonBolting off my curbed desire. But I was not aloneFor I carried a ring in my pocketA token made of stoneOnly a little longTill we hang in perpetuity, by your locket.

Flown- A Rhyme (Pun Intended)

Lights were blownDays were goneI was bornA quarter ago. Awaiting my sloanInhibition zoneRealism was shownIn a bleak tone. Aching of boneAs I’m hollering alone.Thwarting the stones,You came along. For the trials of my cloneThe parents would groanThe giver made me knownThe wife needs to moan. But I am left to loanLest they should dethroneFor, they