I found my plea(sure) building
with the jingling of your keys &
the front door’s stutter.

how thoughtful of you
(not) to leave me be(hind).

– insist –


The Story of High Hopes

make way for the king!
the king of high hopes,
majestic garb
embroidered with
elusive words
and subtle lies.

“how dare you
cross my path,
filthy animal?
did you not hear
the command
to move?”

and while
the humble man
still fumbled for words,
his spirit
got crushed
by high hopes’
heavy undercarriage.