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Thirsty

Khalid Mukhtar · April 27, 2018 · Leave a Comment

Look at the water
Look at it fall
Follow its onward
journey and all

Watch how it tumbles
Faithfully on
Washing and quenching
Going, then gone

Never turns back, yet
Ever returns
Gives till it reaches
The ocean it earns

Look at the water
Look at it flow
Follow the sign to
Where you must go

Fresh as the morning
Sweet as a dream
If you are thirsty
Become the stream

On My Attempt to Open a Bottle of Chocolate Milk

Khalid Mukhtar · April 19, 2018 · Leave a Comment

This came about while watching my son as we waited at the airport a couple days ago.

My life is like this chocolate milk delight
So complicated just to open up
The seal won’t break: the cap is screwed on tight
I wish they served it in a paper cup
I ask my dad to help but he says no
So here I am determined and committed
To part this bottle from its cap and so
I carefully examine how it’s fitted
I slide a nail into where seal may give
It does and I repeat this little move
Till seal descends into a plastic cliff
My digits work a counterclockwise groove
Till cap comes loose at last – now gentle sips
That eulogize this cocoa off my lips

Warworn

Khalid Mukhtar · April 14, 2018 · Leave a Comment

Truth and lies
Shine upon
Water droplets
In the dawn

Tilt the leaf
Drink the dew
Be the human
Side of you

Read the news
Shed a tear
Do whatever
Seems sincere

Write a burn
Tweet a storm
Find a seat by
Where it’s warm

Skies on fire
Far away
Icy latte
Starts your day

Stir your splenda
Empathy
Well into your
Cup of tea

You’re so tired
Of this stuff
Drain your cup now
That’s enough

Gone

Khalid Mukhtar · April 7, 2018 · Leave a Comment

I’m driving my imagination
In control and out of patience
Overdrive in space and braking time

The billboards on the highway glow
With colors that would melt the snow
I’m lost within myself but that’s all fine

I hear the city drunk with glee
Its song is like a memory
Of golden beach and salt upon the breeze

I search for something more within
But all I’ve got is drenched in sin
I’m slave to everything I own and lease

I wish that all the world and in it
For the span of one whole minute
Streaked across my windscreen in a drop

That I might turn my wipers on
And see the world and myself gone

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