The Chase

Bad hair day
Mismatched running shoes
Laces disjointed like scurrying worms
Glasses askew, lens cracked

You see, I tried
I did try to tell you
With tears, with words
Of this love that has filled me

Endlessly, you see
As a sonorous stream
This tap gushed on and yet on
But did no justice to quantify this love

I dance, yet restive
I dream, yet awake
I laugh, yet with tears
I sing, yet without words

“Where is he whom I love?”
On the street’s corner you say?

Wind in my hair
Mismatched shoes, running
Tripping all over my laces
Glasses askew, lenses cracked

My Own Kind

Lost! What place do I have here?
Like a patch of purple on a green dress
I understand nothing.
As my head gives in to the great pounding
Closed in! What have I to do with this place?
Like an eye ball attached to a knee
I cannot.

I want to be alone with like minds
Yes, alone
Like minds are one.