Carnal Execution

underwhelmed

“Don’t wear shorts above

the knees as you do that way.”

“Why do you come to work

dressed so fancy every day?”

“Flirt more, work for it;

I find that’s the hottest.”

“Try not to be so sexual,

women should be more modest.”

“You should wear less makeup,

don’t hide away your gorgeous face.”

“Wear more makeup

because you look so tired today!”

“Make sure you dye your hair

to the roots so it’s the blondest.”

“You should change your hair

back to brown; I’m just being honest.”

“Don’t talk so much in class;

you’re taking up too much space.”

“Why don’t you talk more?

I know you got something to say.”

“You should finish up school,

to ensure you’re the sharpest.”

“Don’t go to school at all

if you want to be a real artist.”

If I let the world control me,

it’ll rip me to shreds.

It’ll take this tapestry I’ve woven

and turn it into threads.

If I let the world control me,

I won’t understand myself.

IF I WAS ALL THE WORLD

WANTED ME TO BE,

YOU’D FIND YOURSELF …underwhelmed.

-kalika

You Can Find Me

all the commentary’s unnecessary

when i walk with those not at rest;

so i sit at the cemetery

when i need to clear my head.

they say death is hereditary,

so i don’t fear my final breath.

there’s peace in being secretary

for the thoughts left by the dead.

you can find me laying by mounds

beside the freshly dug up dirt.

i’ll be listening to the sounds—

witnessing silence go unstirred.

i stare longingly up at the clouds

wondering why i’m still here on Earth.

this’ the place to bury all my doubts

to pack down all my fear and hurt.

-kalika

-kalika

Pensacola

a pen to hold us in the summertime

where nature speaks and colors rhyme

sunset reflections across the shoreline

a day well spent to restore my mind

holding onto vitamin D daydreams

while my joy basks in sun-ray beams

and peace blows in with the cool breeze

time froze the devil in the deep blue sea

the ebb and flow; matter in motion

feeling the sea swell as the wind’s blowing

the foamy glaze drifting across the ocean

chasing mole crabs as we’re beach combing

swimming below waves as they break

beach volleyball games well played

in red bikinis while drinking all day

a place far enough from home to escape

carrying sand between my naked toes

buried in the land of a world unknown

where water cools and the warm sun glows

there’s no better place I could’ve chose

-kalika

The End

-kalika

-kalika

A Car I Never Owned…

-kalika

Under the Influencer

trampling and stomping

over bones trodden before…

heavy spikes for crossing

but the track’s tired and worn…

searching for the golden

waters of wonder that speak…

this fountain overflowing

promises at the tallest peak…

zombies climb the mountain

of sparrow’s hollow bones…

their countenances:

stone as they stare at their phones….

tearing fingertips til blood runs

to their elbows, wet with envy…

their infected wounds succumbing

to their insecurity…

steadfast, their unquenched brains

are ravenous and ready…

to forgo any and all sincerity just to gain

the status of celebrity…

from Ambrosia’s lips falls a tantalizing

spring of ichor…

til mortal blood-lust burns agonizing

right inside her…

the nectar of the gods is poisoned

the spiked-

punch runs deep; the smell poignant

as her psyche…

…implodes from banging insanity…

-kalika

-kalika