Concrete Poem

Two Lucky Ones

we   have been

together   since the womb

one zygote   split into two embryos

so tightly bound   together unformed limbs

kicking against the   uterine walls of our mother

and each other. as we grow   we continue sharing: beds,

food, clothes; same voice, same   laugh, same crooked teeth

simply conveyed by meeting eyes or   unusual posture. I read you

like an open book, and I know you   do the same for me.

some people spend their entire   lives looking for

soulmates in lovers or   loyal friends;

but i am one of the   lucky ones

I was born   with mine

my     twin.

Found Poem

Ready Now?

a guy in a loud suit with wandering eyes

sang, danced, orated, acted the clown,

labeled hysterical, Chicken Little, apocalyptic.

war is what they see on TV,

junk fiction, poisonous rubbish

making strides. The other shoes don’t fit.

city of ruins, optimistic materialists,

you must deny death.

it serenely disdains to annihilate us.

the sky was so blue, and

for once in a long time, i felt at peace.

the people who rationalise a better world,

Ready now?