Enlightning 2014 The Dystopia Issue
A Glimpse of Bollywood
the flowers at his grave stood for upright moon
When I and reality at long last collide
it’s fight-or-flight and I’d rather hide
so, please, don’t look back,
and please never look for me.
Spray-paint signs on subway lines
claimed he was still alive.
You’ll find that they were lies,
and don’t ever look for me.
The sharp-toothed wolves are waiting:
French for eggplant is aubergine.
Keep your wits about you and
please never look for me.
When I and reality at long last collide
it’s fight-or-flight and I can’t decide
so, please, don’t look back,
and can you look for me?
Yesterday means nothing now,
tomorrow has yet to come;
brave soul, march on forward
and don’t ever look for me.
Death is not a four-letter word,
so stop saying it is.
Remember how to dream, and
please never look for me.
When I and reality at long last collide
it’s fight-or-flight and I’d rather survive
so, please, don’t look back,
and forever look for me.
Sleepy dog
Colorful Drinks
Duck with puddle reflections
Mountain Road
River in Desert
My Approach
Instincts of These Fellow Creatures
The sparrow cries in the red mornings,
reminding us all of our spring agony.
Fires crackling in the dusky light
bring such pain and warmth to the world.
Reminding us all of our spring agony,
these red-hot flames of tempting desire
bring such pain and warmth to the world.
How many bottles are there on the floor?
These red-hot flames of tempting desire
seeking the tears of a fallen bird:
How many bottles are there on the floor?
Have you lost count, or are the phantoms in your mind?
Seeking the tears of a fallen bird,
the sparrow cries in the red mornings.
Have you lost count, or are the phantoms in your mind
fires crackling in the dusky light?