My name is Bond, Vaga Bond

Hi My name is Bond Vaga Bond You might think I am your show brand but I am more like your foot print I am a walker a rambler A facetory of barefoot feet stepping on streets you still haven’t seen in your block or not even on google earth I am a tramp so do you wanna be my lady?   Cause I am the traveler of the future and the archaeologist of the past my suitcase is filled... Read More

My true self

I felt lonely one day And started to look for my real self My inner core But it ran away from me every time It left photo albums in its wake Old memories Sensory creations Kneaded from self righteousness I continued My inner core played theatre and hide-and-seek with me It said it could play all the roles I gave it Director! It shouted Like echoes vibrating all over my body I looked... Read More

Poem Parking lot

I’m a lot I’m a daughter, a sister, a friend, a colleague, a student, a lover, a customer, a pedestrian, a bicyclist, a car driver, a dancer, a bus user, a street abuser, a facebook friend and I’m here and now not there and then I’m parked here, in this now people come and pass by some in a rush some with time some see me notice me some give me money, a coin or two some... Read More