Sunday 5 January 2014

A moon dusk



In a town named new orleans we danced in a summer set eve
my fingers collapsed on the ivory elephant tusks
distance from the Savannah looking at the equator
we danced within the after shave musk.
Ekephantine grey coloured trunk all a display
bull horns are locked in a twisted adventure
the grey death of my mind traveled forward in time
it was so obvious, so apparent, so pure,
we sat on a bridge and cried for my sister
for she was a tear on a fountain lord blessed
we chanced a hundred times before
in the brain of a lion obsessed
I murdered  the big cat before you even interjected
we knew the head lines of the red top caustic dream
we cried into moss covered rape adventure
this dalliance of a creature they screamed
i hurt her so much in a fusion fucked so benine
after all she cried into this realisation
belated thoughts embedded within the gun shot fired
there was no point in this god damn conversation.
you asked and i answered we dodged a bullet from the gun
it was a town named new orleans in a summer set eve
a distance from the savannah, a child crying told to forget
there was no other afternoon, no moon dusk setting believe.








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