18.4.14

16.4.14

Imagined Thoughts V

I'm starting to believe that life, after all, 
is just a collection of inconvenient moments.

15.4.14

Imagined Thoughts IV

A poet's lusts knows no bounds. 
My lust (for poetry) knows no bounds.

12.4.14

Imagined Thoughts III

Freedom is a dictator.

10.4.14

Imagined Thoughts II

It was a hot black night.

8.4.14

Imagined Thoughts I

Gambling away my sainthood for her untouchable beauty.

2.4.14

A Song For April

Where are the songs of April?
What are the songs of April?
Somewhere we are born and
somewhere we die.
The white midday heat
the rough edges of the iron railings
leave nothing but bruises,
reminding you of your own mortality.
A blot in my eye.
Where is the rain?