and so on april fourth,
I’m still sitting on the stagnant chair
reveling in my own reveries.
notebooks scattered on the desk,
two computer screens come to life,
I play the most conflicted music I have,
a raging storm between metal and jazz.
Broken rhythms shudder my bones.
From the cracks, alienation seeps out.
I harvest its essence into my quill.
It culminates in writing this final line.
04/04/2016 © Waseem Sherif