A dog.

Time flies faster than the boxcar train which carries a single pupper away from its mother’s tit. The pupper, since fully grown, is now, dead. Before it succumbed a final time it accomplished three things: it crapped on a dress shoe; it caused the spill of high tea in a particular garden; and it yawned as it watched the martian sun sunk for one, final time. This is not a story anyone has to tell, but here we are, telling it as it happened to a dog who we shall call Lyttle Lytton for no reason other than that the “Lyttle Lytton Contest” is the mother who birthed little Ly and we are the clumsy fools that took Ly and put it in the before-mentioned train without contemplating the hurt a tiny little dog would inflict on life in the broad and general sense.

Jealousy.

Jealousy's making me behaving cordially:
as a way to appreciate your youthful idiocy;
a mirror to reflect on my own supremacy-
how far I've come & what lays beneath.
Yes, it's ego.
Can you separate heart from its beats?
Of course it can be silenced but that
would mean I've made a mistake.
It takes all my strength to hold in
this silent scream.
Yet, you are the one that I pity.

The hardest thing.

The hardest thing in life is to love,
live with love among the chaos,
where sirens of fear spread like fire
while a voice's saying, "It's almost over."
Love is a delusion many can't afford.
Life's lessons filled with horrors.
There's a gulf between rich & poor.
People hide what they desire the most.
Love can't be taught but has to be felt.
When love is withheld, it's transactional.
Life is death for unloved, somber souls.
Hope you have someone to kiss it better.

Living heart.

My heart plays game with me,
it comes and goes as it please.
There's sunshine, there's rain,
It longs to stay in the cave.
It never grew up is what I believe,
choked with blood of self-pity.
Brain tries to manage the scene,
"Whatever happened!" it exclaims.
The beats long to go flat & fly.
It whispers tales of the deep.
It says life is just a trick
distorted image between blinks.
There's a game with no name.
In our heart we all play.
It's there from beginning to end,
better hide before it awakes.