She says a dance plus a step
Makes up to two steps
Is Pythagoras aware?
Did you slurp off the vine?
Is that why your eyes are red?
Thou old drunk lady!
Down the broad long road
She walks in zig-zag steps
On her head rests her load
Paying imaginary debts
Stable as change
On every table matter sits change
Yet unstable as water
Eyes stare in the mirror
Your face is all it sees
O careless traveller!
When your eyes are open
Sights stick to your breasts
Like cotton stuck to glue
Like sap to a gmelina tree
Will you from what you see set your heart free?
A matrix of thoughts
Electroplated smiles
Embellished frowns
Interconnected psychic fibres
Excreting emotions in fluid and pulp
A thunderstorm
A ravaging storm
Stick your eyes on my back
Against your back, my sword makes a barricade
Order and pressure me to be lame
Your long rolled-up tongue, i will tame
I have seen you
When the tempest does not rage
O disappearing captive of my rib cage
I feel you in my chest
Or do you live in my head?
You were made for me
Unfamiliar companion! Always eat the bread of rest.
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