When hunger becomes
a little god. You start waiting...
Serene City in such unlikely locale
buoyed against sinking morale...
Sexism was chasing a
gibbous moon whole night...
With tall questions I am
alone, waiting for the...
Silent screams like electric lights
Striking from the depths of dark swirling skies...
A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it...
It was the presence.
Somewhere magnolias...
Ready to pounce on
a scarecrow...
What noun was combative,
enduring the poison, when...
A moon interrupted;
riles the social class...
You did not want to play-
into the strength...
The one happening;
which never happned...