Whatever

Whatever

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Whoever said it wasn’t okay to:

Speak up

Scream if you have to

Be an outright bitch to prove your point

Not talk to anyone

Retract

You are not even ready for all this

Just you wait

Just be, yourself

Happy – show a little love

Smile at me…it’s not that hard

Botox?

Show a little love

Cry with me

When I’m lonely

When I’m down

Show me humanity speaks

And it’s all coming from your

Voice at this very moment

It’s ok to think about death

Every now and again

You be you,

Just the way you are
The very way you want to be 
Glad you are not like anyone else

So go on and BE

The way YOU

See fit

Do the things your way

Be happy doing them like that

Be yourself, every step of the way!

Shamelessly YOU!!

These Little Demons

These Little Demons

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

In the underground

As I skid below the streets,

 In body of a metal worm

Whose motion was rolling rather than wriggle.

Spanning from the Downtown isles of the sky

Wound its way into NoHo, and the south;

Weathered workers would walk to its grace

Only to be swept away in this demon's belly.

No apps work in the wyverns lair

They rest heads as though in prayer

Headphones on, drifting off.

Hoping not to catch the eye of the crazy woman -

Hopeless, always asking for more crack money

“It’s for my baby”.  (I’m sure)

The luxuries some people

Accommodate themselves with,

Trinkets of adornment

Enlivens their outfit

Or are thrust in their faces

In the palms of their hands

Glowing tablets, tomes of knowledge.

None of us are getting out of this alive,

Life I mean,

This subway will bend

Wrap itself around a few more hoods

And end…

Until the traveler is no more.

Home.