Monday, April 04, 2016


I am a dormant black hole awakening 
Taking its first holographic breaths
Breaking shadows into light
Converting day into night
Wearing death and desire obsessively 
For entertainment purposes only
Its a fashion to be spun

I am a doormat
Made of golden tear drops
Laced with love
It’s an honor and a privilege
When some one wipes their feet
Then passes thru 
Into the empty room  
No windows
No doors

I am a doorman opening windows
In a tower made of nothing
Imaginary particles