anonBut I am only made of clay –

Collateral to my Self.

My lungs ache

Suppressing explosions of laughter

Saying ‘Mercy’ – it’s good for my health

Shy, shy, shy.

The sky was cross

It tried to tear itself apart –

Dear sky,

I cannot sleep

Until you do

You see,

We sort of share names

But yours names you better.

Six hours of pretended slumber

(Do not dissolve in despair)

And I arise to a Kingdom.

The sky was beautiful.

Pills are scattered on the Central Line

And there are shariah compliance issues at rush hour.

And I am not even a word.