The sunset reflects the day
Casting blood in the west :
They walk in file, load on padded crowns
Eyeing the feet ahead, worlds their pace drown
Steps stepping on steps, stop in silence
Heads tilt, a jerk practiced unburdens
But the loud thud is without relief
On their return vicious for more of it
For, forest people these are free at heart still.
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A kid asleep is pulled up sudden
By the hair, jolted, smacked hard then ...
Horror of horrors, the eight corners fill
With lad's terror, his howling screams
As if he'd woke up without his limbs
Or before a face ghastly, its slow twist
Trembling, traumatised by a dracula king.
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Nothing soothes ...
Questions terminate on own failings
The spirit volutes on harsh rhythms
Strummed by men addicted to sodomy
And curious, gullible or bored victims
Id prostrate before the ego lording
Women saddled to fires unquenching
Curled in defeat and impressions bloody
Too weak to strike out but anger surging
With unsought beauty, joy disused
And potential latent, sleeping muse ...
The options clear in this soft breeze
In shimmer rustling off sesame leaves.
'Tis late afternoon when the day ends
Depths peculiar play on walls splashed golden
The breeze hugs our faces, clear iridescent
And shadows mild dance, hue fringed russet
With mottled trees in eye, heart on being set
The sea I pass by, to men waiting helpless
Collide with woman half - clad, seemed insane
And glance back, right into her grin unrestrained
With goose bumps I shiver, transfixed in the moment
Happy and free her look, commune in pure presence
Resume quick to walk away, then I happen to check
My own half - grin response, amused some yards late !
On the foot - board, above the ground racing by
My feet nudge deeper while I hang for my life
Arms numb, clenched about a column for support
Molars crush on fear as swerves threaten to smote
I choke on my screams, urging halt and help
But the bus would not nor the burden relent
Distress momenting precarious, howls silent
When sight rests on a smile, calm windswept
Eyes half closed, same body aslant in threat ...
Thank heavens, I pray on speed and take heart
From comrade cool, with our unbalanced start.
In the office where I work, dear
The receptionist greets with feigned cheer
Scheme and use, please, butter
Looks done up but smiles insincere.
Mingle with millions in the evening
Gloom laughing in their little things
Worried women spent early
Come alive to probes horny
In bus crowded, life lost in routine
Chattering of times, empty within.
Dinner in restaurant beside four toughies
Robbers, murderers sly, eyes locking as if ... ?
Outside, the swooning moon, below neon lights
Pimps sneak up and a woman matches my strides
Bust heaving, smile non - Duchenne, talks wish - wash
I buy not, but wait to pay for chips, nuts n other trash
She's hungry ... we walk, till she suggests
And I quote too low, tongue in cheek, abuses I accept
Glad to have bought the night for myself
My joy, free space, and the book still open on the bed.
Sciences, arts, brothels and philosophy
Old disorders, the dubious heap toxic
Facts smudged, more irrelevant beliefs
Murk unpredictable cascading whips
Deep disgust, apple poisonous juicy :
Converging always to same dead ends
Preying ego sensuous to dynamic trends
To this night polar, impasse predominant
Pray fierce for light, peace and strength
Ramblings gross, groping inert the key
Digressions, alms, actions debilitating
Little crafts, monuments lifeless, exigencies
Truth shut, loss abysmal, fields conflicting
In thought, will, hope and drive whelming.
O' Youth of twenty summers
Restless, enthused and eager
Seeking music, sunk in women
Dreams thick, as bee on pollen
Burnt, stale, common to all men
That catches up in one stretch
To vacuums only humans fetch
Sleep bitter, a passage same
And wakefulness a bosh inane
Of chores black and breathless worry
Damned questions linger as rank thury
Till that twilight of sudden calm
Torment resolved of divine balm
And a state of rest perfect fills
Source wet within, imburses still.
