In the Eyes of a Little Man

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