Not this way!

Not this way!

They ask you to be alert
Of flinching, fumbling and fidgeting strangers
Of baggage unattended to
Of the tic-tock sound
Of the Wil E. Coyote
Of the Acme Bomb making van.

They ask you for respect
of giving them what they’re due.
Blowing off people’s head is religion to them
Didn't you know?
They have complete proficiency of the spiriutal pages
Please tell me you know.

I ask them to give me a life.
Life, where I need not bend down and check
Life, where I need not eye every sweating and wary looking face
Life, where I can be assured of coming back as myself
And not as a charred and stiff carcass,
The sight would kill many more.

The loonies inside me

It’s usually too dark inside
Games being played aloud
No more space left beside
What comes after you are done with duality?

Pretence will have to hold on for now
Will have to wait for the real me to surface
Don’t flex your brow
This happens almost every other day

Scrounging for a soul had to take its toll
This is me always, cursed
Shoulders weak, guts small
But eyes forever reaching high

Being dry is being true
For me just as it’s for you
Just pull up a chair and watch the sand castle go
Maybe you can cheer and applaud too.