unemployment blues

a house warming party

a house warming party
with some close friends

shameful tree

the all telling iron tree
a foresight to the events to occur
a tree without fruit
one which bore no name or face
a display of the silence
a lie too shameful to wear

the muffled tune

the man by the sea
sends his love through the waves
he paints his words in whispers
too afraid to say whats on his mind
he left behind simple clues
silent smirks and traces of a glance

the man by the sea
collects shells for the impatient seagulls
he sings me their song
a song i cannot understand
for the noise of the city
drowns their muffled tune

business cards

in the city, even the homeless have business cards

sleep will come eventually

the morning mist
a night of steady rainfall
covers my tired sleepless face
he tells me i look beautiful

two hungry fuzzy gooselings
early breakfast on the asphalt path
i divert from my straight line
walk around the puddle
an attempt to please
the Canadian parents

hes sleeping meters away
the perfect blend of the past
late nights, caffiene, and exams
the only time we have left with each other

the walk brings back hidden energy
sleep will be delayed
repeatition seems to be the theme of the night

delirious and emotional
i wish i was not so stuburn
he ll be gone for a year
and we ll have moved on by then
that just how things work

goose mate for life
a friend once told me
i created enough distance
safe distance from me and the gooselings
but i miscalculated what safe means
i thought like man
now angry parents approach
as i increase my pace

a warm bed and soft tunes
holding on to the moments with him
the kindness in his voice
i wish i could keep him
hopefully sleep will come soon

the subcontinent

bangladesh, india, nepal, and pakistan

all we need now is sri lanka