“Promise (from Machiavelli to Chirac)” a poem & brevity by Kwoa – Beijing golden lions / 2007
I said so because I had to,
You believed me because you wanted to.… Read More
I said so because I had to,
You believed me because you wanted to.… Read More
Turquoise waves cooling off my feet,
dried by the sun…… Read More
With great pain I’m scratching dirt,
stashed under my lacquered nail…… Read More
I patched another heel strap,
racing between shiny lifts,
to make a statement!… Read More
Daunting cityscape preys over my window;
Massive cubes and cones cloud the natural light… Intrudes…
and countless tiny squares deciding our lives.… Read More
Worn out shoes sucking out pavement,
I bump on left for grocery.
Loud and bright, brands bark proud statement,
Entertaining bored celery.… Read More
Brewing tea, shadowed by my trust in our faith,
bruised from your fist, beware the bite of my wraith.… Read More
Tiny nails teasing around emotions;
The soothing invasion of today’s bore.
Up for twelve hours; yet awoken at last!
Igniting the satin sheets I craved for;
Falling into lingering reflections.… Read More
Cheap shaved ice, light-red sweetness melting through me.
Neons around, flashing skirt’s slits lurking above.… Read More
I spy,
with my little eye,
desperate kiddos,
dreaming of legos.
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