“”””Is it Tuesday that compels me to write more?””””
Is it Tuesday that compels me to write more?
Saturdays are nuisances
Dictating what comes after the comma or semicolon
What drudgery the broken walls commit
Smothered lines crossing the hazy faultlines
And a bit of shake on the Himalayas
The rocks rumble underneath the ring of fire
A knock on the forehead: who is it?
Follow the end of the coding the universe
Or this existence
What will follow the nuanced heart’s hyperlinks?
Endless blank pages of the universe
Or the eternal error
Or hating what is to come?
Happiness is not guaranteed.