Hours tickcracking hopeof those tied to jobsnever completedand days never-ending
I write to meld back…
crack carved by Kijabe torrents, candelabra cactus-tree clings strong, the tiny rift…
Don’t blamefantasyfor cracksthat onlyhumanitycan see
Who would havethought the sugary treats of old would becomekillers of the new.Treats that are made to sellTreats that are not…
Love is crack, a fetid
fatigue, wafting smoke