Sonnet #58: Garbage

For hours trapped with egoists in train
They talk without a pause and drink their beer
Their smell of garbage drives me fast insane
There’s nothing greater to enjoy in here

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

One Thousand Years and Counting

The winds and smells and noises from the distant wars are blowing. Someone looks up; another one looks down. There are no warriors anymore. They are just children.

© Dominik Alexander / 2023

Worms (lots of them)

They appear like a plague
One day after the Ides of March
Early morning

© Dominik Alexander / 2022