In the eyes of a little man...
I see a bleeding heart crying in despair
In the eyes of a little man,
she breaks his bones beyond repair.
In his eyes
an innocent soul wanders..ready to fade
In his eyes,
a thorny rose, withers in a grave
I see her eyes,
black,
red
and somewhat white
she spits and dances..
weary breasts waving
wrinkled emotions gasping for breath.
clean feet sucking...
moving in disorientation
hardened waist
squeezing through
tattered cloth
cocked ears
machine neck
dripping juice to the sole of her feet!
In his eyes,
I see myself...wet..on bended knees
In the eyes of a little man,
she curses and stings like a bee
In his eyes
blue trees are crying green leaves,
In his eyes,
life is but a fertile dream.
Do not run away my little man.
for Kwame Nkrumah is on his way.
do not shiver in trepidation
My boy!
I will buy you roasted nuts and Plantain!
Black bird whispers in distress
she plays his life on a plastic "fontomfrom"
metallic sticks
dark tunes
distorted wavelength
raw thick
hands
sweating...
panting
smacking every lip that proclaims her deeds.
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Every..........prick!
white wine oozes
from the hole that eats your very soul.
Behold,
I am right behind that paper door.
looking through your mutilated body.
I am not yet dauntless
In your eyes,
there..
I cease to live
