Monday, June 1, 2015

CERI NAZ


CERI NAZ
CALL ME CYPHER
I walk along the way
like a zilch under a fig tree
there is a moment of clarity
as I hatch the eggs
of sundry loose ends

I talk once and maybe more
out of the machines
running wild inside
my remaining veins
how can I be smaller
when I drive to Sin City
how can I be a deadbolt
when I share stories of inflamed hearts
how can I be a grinch
when I utter the rots and clots
of my angry throat
how can I be a hermit
when I see all like squares
how can I be a scarce
when I fill scars and farts
to others' empty bottles

how much numbers can tell
if I have no one
but my beautiful self.


© CERI NAZ  JUNE


3 comments :

  1. thank you for this wonderful opportunity!

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  2. Wow...nice post..."As I hatched the eggs" beautiful sentences.

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