Romance Machine

A course in romance,

for insatiable palates 

Served with rosés and thorns

and an algorithmic agent 

that takes you nowhere

In the most theatric voice

I can possibly conjure:

What can your machine learn

about love and the limitless,

such as yours truly?

Jubilant City

As I departed with you again,

I spent my hours in the airspace 

Thinking about whether or not,

You looked back too

The seasons I get with you are fleeting,

Despite it, we will meet again, right?

The goodbyes I tell you,

weigh on my soul

But what am I,

If not a bastard who masks it all

With a pain-stricken smile on my face?

In the urban cityscape,

where I see your lookalikes

May we see each other again,

In a jubilant city full of life. 

twenty-one

My friends say that my room,

is a diorama of my brain:

lint all around, 

boards with scribbles,

wires in tangles,

and a being that 

cannot function normally.

Cigarettes and Kombucha

In the evening rain,

I dropped a quarter

Roll, roll, roll,

it rolled down the drain 

A little change wouldn’t hurt,

but a lil’ sunburn on a cloudy day

feels like it’s been forever

A dichotic case,

whoever said opposites attract

has never overridden their past

Like cigarettes and kombucha,

it doesn’t make sense.

Icarus

I, Icarus,

lock myself away in a bird cage

I fear flying too close to the Sun,

for my devotion always spells my end

A monster in the mirror,

a tenfold affliction crawling up my neck

Please, can someone do surgery?

In my chest all I feel is misery

In spite of everything I have,

Daedalus could not build a boat. 

Spots On Your Tee

The stains on your tee,

does not disgust me

Rather,

you’re the most adorable

when you’re clumsy.

Wendigo Meets Canary

My sweet canary, 

if only I knew of the strifes in your heart

How do you fly so freely,

when with each beat of your wings, you’re hurt?

Dear beloved canary,

don’t come in my grasp

My fingertips ruin all that lives.

I know you will never read this

My favorite part of writing is that the person I will write about will never read whatever I create.

After all, it is always easier just to lie should I be caught for charading you considering I never intended to bridge the gap between us. 

Nothing I write means more than performative nonsense. How could a monotonous person like me ever mean any of the words I write?

To bargain sanctity

My beloved,

should I not find you

beyond the pearly gates of paradise,

I shall bargain my soul

to save yours

For the comfort of yours,

can make even eternal damnation

bearable.

Lowercase man

I apologize to my friends and family, for ruining their happiest days even for few seconds. 

I’ve made people frown with a bad joke or with my reckless antics much too often.

It aches me that there is not a single memory I have where I’ve somehow completed someone else’s day.

God, I hate being a lowercase man.