Crows (Entree Poem in Safari Pants)
Knifed soles wade
Through the tears of this sad jungle
Tunes of a sinking lily
That begs the prickly bath of ripples
Wit of nodding tree
That frowns over the crack of their fringes
Tunes that will never swim
Into the crotch of theft-laden belly
My pant is Braille to the blind lepers
These naked tunes are faithless groans
Locked in the fart of silences
Safari Pants, p. 12
Through the tears of this sad jungle
Tunes of a sinking lily
That begs the prickly bath of ripples
Wit of nodding tree
That frowns over the crack of their fringes
Tunes that will never swim
Into the crotch of theft-laden belly
My pant is Braille to the blind lepers
These naked tunes are faithless groans
Locked in the fart of silences
Safari Pants, p. 12
Labels: Gimba Kakanda, Kraftgriot Publisher, Safari Pants
posted by Gimba Kakanda | 11:20 AM
3 Comments:
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I have read this a number of times. I'd be interested to see another poem from your collection, if possible, so as I have more of a flavour of the volume.
Thanks for this...
I think, I can have a copy of the book posted to you as a little gift. Drop me your postal address on misterkakanda@yahoo.com.
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