Poetry

Looking in your hazel
eyes, I was thinking.

I don't need
second coming. I want
you once for all.

After assassination
of a live truth, I will wear
a cap without an emblem.
I was moving away from the crowd,
after burning the dead.

Why it was so loud?
It was a gratuity? After the
bloodbath, do you still need a bank?

My God, I am tired
of you. Seeds were scattered
for the love birds. I don't find the
moon break.

No about-face
I was still proceeding
towards the lake of tears.