Insolence

What insolence, to tear my soul from nothing

And throw it screaming into this horror.

Why would you shatter my peace?

Why pull me from the never-ending quiet?

Should I be grateful

For your drop of water in a world aflame?

No, I ache for the bliss of the unknowing,

For home, where sands shift unheard.

Discontent

Dog! You’re an instrument of discontent;

always wagging your tail for more, always

sniffing for morsels in places you shouldn’t.

The taste of your own vomit, 
does it not tell you? Even the universe will not 

fill that void.  

Butterfly

Gorging itself on the open

Secrets in petals—   

The scents & the succulence,

Forever in the pursuit of transient beauty;

Who knows better the secret of living?