1.
look around you, really look,
look at the world you walk pompous on
see the killings ,hatred, death starvation
and you feel on top of that kind of a world
the god said without the experience there
can be no precipice
so it's all a mind in conversation, towards the still
they destroyed perfection and created work
strife, where there was none.
drainage in a ground that sieves like a sponge
they destroyed perfection and created work
strife, where there was none.
drainage in a ground that sieves like a sponge
paving floors instead of planting trees
felling trees to buy air-conditioning
felling trees to buy air-conditioning
2.
glass door, glass windows
bourbon in a wine glass
type writer in a half write
papers departing in whirrs
curtains blown upskirt
half naked with a pant and Vintage shirt
sucking at the young breast of a
giggling bitch on my lap
3.
Ever since I started bathing at night
with salt water and soapy sponge
ensuring I sleep with music on,
bach, jazz, reading before sleeping
the black off me
I'm not as black as I think I am
I find myself running far from the
village meetings, forceful squares
flying, yes flying instead of running
slow motion like I'm used to
into worlds anew, bright and clear
into worlds anew, bright and clear
as my washed mind.
4.
it took a groan to hide my dog
face spluttered in ecstasy
alcohol scuppered bowels
imagine that I went to the beach to see sand
shimmer off your dark thighs
it was night so glistened rather
two reprobates on a bender
I know your madness, you tease sepulchre
run to the ocean to tame
tide crawl after your legs, kicked silly
lurid thoughts turn neck and bow head
at night I creaked up thee bamboo house
you don't sleep, pout your butt.
I climbed down and masturbated
below the thatch, tomorrow, I'll be back,
you best part you legs as you ought to