The heat unrolls, the cracking heat of April A queue of skeletal hands reached out for the last cowlac tin of loose grains, falters, against hope.
In the drought, a frail dog sniffing his lover's arse. Goes berserk, barking at the wave of grey eddying
Scurvy children kicking the grit, scud beachwards, as their wobbly feet digs in for possible cassava even when they know such tubers are now hushed in shoots..
Delightful bawdy songs to bait the droughts are cloaked in the chocking fumes of dawn, banned. But our fat-custodians despatch another tale While, they sat beside, secure together, cracking roast chestnut or stale jokes about hollies and ivies as red wines cooled down their throats....
Should we talk about it ? Hmmm Let's talk about the after all said and done,
As Usual, Spastic images will dredge up rhetorical questions For a child once asked saying Why do the gods hold up the rains ? Don't we praise them enough ? are we meant to be ahead so as not to know what happens behind ?
And she said unto me " Rabbi, The gods must be crazy right ” Staring into her sight with a deep silence, I Had replied with a smile, in which she chagrined in a coated blush as she limped towards me with a peck on each chicks...and as I watch her shyly running along the path that leads to the others.....
I had wondered
Of what use.. is it to trouble such Young minds ? She figure it out alright... she will someday Come to know that the truth she seek was beyond gods..
(0.0 minute of Hysterical laughter followed by it usual silent )
god's or GOD Let's Darken all the spark, no that should be LIGHT or DARKNESS Hey you there...are you between love and hate ¿ No it's love or hate Isn't it a government for the people, No.no...NO, it the government or the people Come along, Let's discover what death offer's over life, Damn, what wrong with me, ( LIFE OR DEATH) Your honesty for their decite, No, honesty or nothing at all Ahhh...Isn't it a lot of emphasis already. Hmmmm
Just my word's against yours, then you see how clothed i have become in an irony of metaphors
( A Stare at the blazing sky followed by a heavy sniffle)
It was yet another fool's Day touch down And here I was, trying not to be April. ________________________________________
Look at what I found in my draft today ;) an April write which was meant to be posted on April, yeah things happen for a reason I guess ;-D