My ADHD

I am an earnest promisebreaker,A task attempter but never a task completer.I tend infinitely towards remembrance,Complete things just short of finished,Write essays on good daysThough they never seem to make it to submission trays.I can contemplate how to do steps one, two, four, five,As others wonder why I missed the threeI wonder why whenever something…

Smoke and Sun

Because he hadn’t a lot to do, he sat at the same outdoor cafe, enjoying the sun in the little bursts in which it came on lunch breaks. He endured the musky stench of nicotine from everybody else who seemed to enjoy the space for the ablution of their bad choices, as with every inhale…

To Carrie

Your spittle has worn us down to the bone. You sprayed against epidermis till it was gone, Sizzled away the frontline of skin and now Every drop of spit spat hits raw flesh that Unleashes silent screams, mutes remaining peeps, Tongues now just worms of words buried By the heaps of dirt you layer on…

Dear Countrymen

Dear countrymen, Forgive me of my sins Though I have only Continued to pain you Hear my words Even though I have never listened Trust in me Though every promise I have made Was made to be broken Sing my praises Without your own volition Now live together with me In the harmony that I…

The Puzzle of Harmony

I am Creation, and how I wish These days that once, I hadn’t Overturned the puzzle of humanity I’d been making on my bed when I took a moment of rest, to stretch, Which was when my hands tipped That puzzle right over the edge, Where it began to recreate Itself on the earth, from…

Bad News

All around — bad news — it enters the orifices of the eyes and ears like tunnelling worms — lifespan zero — dying and decomposing in these flesh canals till they reach the stagnant, putrid oasis of a brain filled with reality’s reek. Turn round to see hands on ears like earmuffs against the coldbite…

Ancient Laws

“Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely” - Lord Acton Don’t think that the ancient law That might makes right Has disintegrated by the Passage of time; No — while it’s rotted Spear shafts and turned Stone clubs to dust, The rust of steel blades Have been remade into ink stains That slip…

Hong Kong Tumbling

Around, the cloths of life Spin into ghouls' faces, vortex-like, Us in the hurricane's eye, whipping Blips from the news outside: Coronavirus, protest, protect, Masks, madness, Supermarkets, Boxes missing, Hours in line risking Cold. Sold out. No more For the poor, For the old. From the cornered Sanctuaries of homes The world outside is Wracked…

Charges, Parks, and Democracy

In the vigil and hush of our election victory Rings out the hammers of charges For the shot, for the framed, For those who laid themselves down To make the path to rights That were always ours, a path again. Let the engines roar Back into life. Let us not forget why we marched in…

The Pitch of Poetry

Is it with a voice of longing That poetry should pluck out notes of feeling, Aided by the intrepid gaze and a keen eye Tracing the crystalline billow of a cloudy exhalation, Drawing back but a bit of the frosted dust of a morning Into the breath of a pen — With that ink, should…