Category: Fire

Outside

Outside, water trickles into a bucket.  drip. drip. drip.

Outside, a beetle is ambushed by driver ants. It’s putting up a fight. For its life.

Outside, a gust of wind surges past, rattling the iron sheet.

Outside, baboons chatter animatedly, after a successful raid on a nearby homestead.

Outside, a hen cackles helplessly after losing her two remaining chicks. They didn’t die; she just doesn’t know where they are. She literally lost them. Like the other three.

Outside, the two girls who live next door are chatting. They always have something to talk about.

Outside, a kite(bird) glides in the wind.

Outside, the one-eyed stray cat, almost symmetrically black and white, black on the left, white on the right, except for the face, tail and paws(grey, of course), is taking a nap.

Outside, music from the movie shop rents the air.

Outside, birds are suddenly chirping. Like they just realized it’s almost midday and they didn’t sing their morning songs.

Outside, the trees are dancing in the wind, like the wind is a song only they can understand.

Outside, two men talk about last night’s game. How the result was obvious.

Outside, a butterfly flutters. erratically.

Outside, behind his house, he smokes a blunt casually. Enjoying every hit. Always.

Outside, the tap runs dry, croaking out the drops as it breathes its last.

Outside, the ants carry away beetle’s remains. Yesterday a beautiful moth suffered the same fate. It wasn’t as slow to move as the beetle, but it had somehow fallen on its back and couldn’t turn over. In that helpless position it had been devoured, chunk by mothy chunk as it writhed in pain until it finally died.

Outside, a baby throws a tantrum. The toy she got isn’t the color she wanted.

Outside, a door closes. A padlock snaps. Footsteps walk away.

Outside, a bee buzzes from flower to flower, sampling the nectar.

Outside, a gentle wind caresses the bed sheet hung out to air. The way it undulates, like it’s being massaged… So beautiful.

Outside, a spider weaves a web across the mouth of a shoe, unaware it won’t last a day. The spiders here are always doing that. Damn spiders.

Outside, a cock crows; a crow caws.

Outside, the jalopy across the street wheezes to life, the exhaust coughing out a pathetic sputter.

Outside, a jerry can falls into a well. Its splash echoes in the opposite direction.

Outside, a motorcycle zooms past. The rider shrieking excitedly at the top of his voice. The thrill of speed.

Outside, a woman is washing utensils. She hums a local tune, punctuated by the clatter clang of pot and pan.

lookin’ good

…She was having trouble walking with those shoes, she hated them. But he’d told her she looked good in them. And she liked it. They were rather uncomfortable, but She told herself would grow into to them. So she wore them tonight, promising herself, unconvincingly, that she would last the remainder of the night. It was only 11 pm, and it had taken her an hour to cover a 10 minute walk. She was clearly in distress, walking with a forward lean and an awkward limp. Her feet were on fire.

But it didn’t matter.

She looked good….

P.E.V.

Sitting in denial because of the contradiction

Flipping a coin to decide on the decision

Blood boiling in their brains,

Venomous wrath flowing in their veins

That intoxication spilling onto the nation

Blue boys summoned to carry out the mission

Disguised as the ordinary population

In the name of justice; intimidation and elimination

 

Wolves in sheep skin, Gentle turned aggressive

Scratched their backs and grants they received

That was more than enough incentive

Hired guns held by hired sons

The blood of the innocent shall blot out the sun

 

They put laughter in slaughter,

Turning the state into an abattoir

Please spare my daughter!

I’m sorry but this is part of my repertoire.

 

Untouchable unbeatable insensible insatiable

Creating, instigating, no debating, decapitating

They were denied what they believed was rightfully theirs

They weren’t the new heirs

The throne wasn’t theirs for the taking,

But the violence was theirs for the faking….

 

 

Lust…

Lust

I lust you,

I lust for you,

Your tasty lips,

Your eyes when you’re turned on,

Your breath on my neck

Your touch on my skin,

Your voice when you whisper “I want you…”

 

Your soft skin, melting in my hands

Embraced in the lustful fires

of our sensual desires.

Your moans, escaping your mouth,

caressing my ears

as our bodies rock to the rhythm

of lust.