My Heart

My heart, Wrapped in a cocoon, Bundled in feelings, Mixed together, Like the colours on the wings of a butterfly. My heart, Grown out of a caterpillar, Creeping on the ground, Travelling on an uncertain journey, Evolving out in a mess in which…

THE CORPORATE CULTURE

Scurrying around From their houses to their offices And back around Like a roach. Neck bent and head held low No different from a century slave Peering into their smartphone. With tired walks Like those defeated Backpacks which look heavy…