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I met men All in groups of ten And each group similarly dressed then Talking jovially About the weather and their dresses And even their wives And as if this life was nothing but joy They went into the buildings At the entrance they were checked for weapons And were always found to be with none This check for weapon seem to thrill them to no end Later to their wives they would relate About the check point, the crucial check point. “Dear, do I look that threatin'?” “You no angel of god” And other enter still other buildings Riding the escalator or climbing the smooth stairs And they would stare at mirrors Chat about the sucking politicians “God see them” was constantly heard Aloft atop They all seem to enter at the same point and leave at the same point And I once asked them why they were going in circles “Cycles?” “Circles!” I reiterated And they gave me blank looks Tittered deliriously and bellowed: “We are moving forward!” And, who could argue with that. A knock on the door “Shut up! Keep ya mouth shut you filthy thing!” The old man yelled bluntly. The boy whimpered like a struck dog and enclosed himself piteously, his head bowed in shame. “Tell it all!” ordered the old man in a voice that shook everything The boy did, in a few minutes; precisely. The man scratched his balding head as he moved about the white, empty room; empty, except for shoes and the blood; very many single leg shoes. He paced for several minutes “Do you realize that the lady, the girl you have told me about… that…. That she is… oh! Oh! What have we done… that she is my daughter?” The boy stared at the shoes, some very new, some very old, although they all had one similarity; they all had a tale “She is also my sister” said the boy in a voice that God did not hear But the old man did although his hearing like his sight was shaming him “what?!” he yelled incredulously staring at the boy as if the boy was a butterfly bearing the famous yellow fluid that will presage the things to come “Yes, so it means that… that...that I too am your son” “wh…” the crone did not finish the word but rather collapsed on the smooth-blood-stained-white floor. This was not earth or even the solar system nor the fucking universe but another dimension; a great and longtime rival of your universe where things existed in the negative—the key word is existed There was a knock on the door. The end ALL I NEED One girl with her putty lips One girl with hypnotizing lips One girl with eyes that gold drips One girl with a figure a slender A girl shining and glittering And emotions like evil littering One girl with a heart of soul One girl with a heart meltable by a feather touch One girl with blinking eyelids like golden bridges One girl with sweetly shaped buttocks One girl specially made by god By his hand exquisitely fashioned One girl with her pair of breast One girl with those poisonous nipples One girl with the witchy virginal One such girl is all needed To start a war and slaughter millions So girl before you snub me Turn down my heartfelt smile Consider! All these bitches All these filthy bitches Wanna get riches From me cuz they are just leaches And I eat them like rotten peaches Cuz it is the only worthy game in the street chase But the worm will catch up with you so put more haste So you can learn to distinguish the taste And then its all witty, cut and paste Beauty is staring at me Beauty is staring at me And I wonder I wonder What he sees For he seemed transfixed He seem to cry He seem to be shy Beauty is staring at me Come let’s eat this meal Come let’s eat this meal It might be the last That together we eat For look at the clouds above The awfully dark clouds above The letters have come The mayor has spoken The old cans and metals are being collected And come let eat this meal together We can already hear the soft noise Of the thunder and although we whisper Words of hope with joy We know we ought to eat this meal together It might be the last. Earth is dead Earth is dead Let your soul be sucked in By the light bearer in a multifaceted drama Let you heart melt on its heat Profused forth by the racing heart As we repaint these streets To colours and shapes more discreet Let your body wither and collapse For the market is full and souls for sale And yours the first to be bought Let everything you know disappear As you get baptized to new truths Engloved in painful sacrifices Where toddler’s blood freely flow To the cunt of the holy whore Let us walk together Like the frills of the feather Let us embrace the light bearer As it make the darkness clearer Looking towards the new heaven For earth is dead, earth is dead! I am anything I want to be I am anything I want to be Like the mad resting at the sea Being- unwillingly- churned by the fish And possibly tied by a wish To be a rock some day I am too good for you I am too good for you I know everything, you know nothing If you do know something It is the depth of your virginal Will know her when I see her That someone special for me Will glitter in the dark Will stand out in the park Will into my eyes spark It will be snowy in Africa And the haze will have landed And every color faded But I will see that for me she was created There will be noise and war And kids about and around screaming And into the market crowd thronging And sinners in hell screaming But I will spot my love when I see her And I will know it is her I was meant for Like the wish and the cold and the snow And she too the same will know Like two foolish pigeons Toward each other we will rash Hold each other in a deathly hash And with kisses, each others tears wash I will know her when I see her She will know me when she sees me And we will walk toward the love sea For then all and we and the universe will be. It was in heaven. It was in heaven Aha, at last heaven And we could not see God Not yet But we saw what we saw And they saw what we saw And we saw what they saw. When we reached the entrance point, A flowered place With petals raining blood, A voice from us spoke “See now Do you deserve being here?” The answer to that question Was, apparently, the key; the ticket. A nursery rhyme Kimani kimanongo Ngwaci ndungu Kobo kobo cia airitu NEARBY And I saw a creature, Clinging copiously onto a corpse. That creature was, on close scrutiny, a man. The corpse was illuminated to be a giant log With tendrils and tiny branches. Onto the tendrils and tiny branches The creature that was man held on As if to precious life For if it let go; Down below waited him A strenuous, stark, dark void Shaped with illusions opaqued in the void And utter demise that gods couldn’t help avoid And the man held onto the log Secure in the knowledge that the log was holding Unaware that with him, The log was plunging down For down was the only way to go As flags and salutes flew by. A nursery rhyme Nu ucio wathuria Ni gitarariki Gikiuma mutito Kuenja marima Maguthika nyina Haaii huui huui Thumbira nugu Little faulu little fowl Little faulu little fowl Once managed to squeeze herself Out of the warm, stench-filled coop She ran and ran and ran Down the hill towards the green foliage Where larks, vultures and peacocks called home Little faulu ran, ran and ran after her Stumbling on thistles and thickets; Thorns tearing his skin but could not catch her Amongst the larks, vultures and peacocks She found those who her language spake. And swiftly learnt of the hawks “Ko kori ko ko!” sung the fowl Ko ko kori ko!” this last was a wail Meant: “I can’t return home again” One of these things does not look like the other One of these things does not look like the other One of these things does not belong There is a tail in one and a stripe in the other Red blue stripe running down the middle One of them stares west while all the other stands Like the statue of Mary cuddling the holy baby And his daddy Joseph straddling the table Two of these things do not look like the other Two of these things do not belong Rise of the fallen Follow me down Way down below the second deck If you are good enough, below the first deck Follow me down You do not want to follow me up Up there is buoyancy And the need to float You do not want to follow me up Follow me down Where there is a ground to hold the feet And no further down to fall to Follow us down Say a whisper Say a whisper To my shadow I close my eyes And imagine: My shadow vibrate To your soul Where chords break From all rots And so swim To my soul I close my eyes And breathe you For time is Warping wickedness Binding you to my sins In the side By the river I see your skull Grinning sweetly To my innocence That’s you and me We drown in the sea To rescue your skull Which binds your soul On the seabed Nude creatures laugh As they swim in sins Laughing at us as we drown To rescue your soul Which holds our soul Seasoned I know why I feel as I feel towards you As a beetle knows why it is as a meteorite black I understand why your sight burns my heart As a beautiful slimy slug Understand where god came from I’ll seek to know you more As the stars know the presence of others The colours that shape my desire Are milked from the emotion that you transpire There is a tree behind my brown hut Where blue shadows’ shapes catalyst my ache The summer will soon be over And with it my boundless love For the Dead can not love For the Dead know no love. The few men left The few men left could be forgiven For talking in heavy voices devoid of any silk For gazing at the ground with an inexpressible thirst and hunger For talking to the few women left as if they were the few men left For visiting the church ground as often as the mass burial ground For eating uncooked meat without fear of the former diseases Which caused this few men left to be the few men left For being advocator and presiders of destruction of innocence For shaping the world to their liking And forcing the few men left to follow their line of thinking By simply suggesting it and asking therein, “what does this say about humans?” For making love to the few women left as if it always was a violent non consensual action For killing kids dreams when still young to preserve this kid From the tormenting demon that crouches beneath the dark caves where the forest were For hiding the grotesque faces beneath lovely mask resembling those of the ladies that were Could be forgiven for not to seeking to know For knowing that knowing was not good The few men left are often seen in dreams And it always seems as if along they are swimming Towards a land unknown hitherto and still dangerous to know These few men left have long jaws Their formally silk soft hair is as rough as the hedgerows Their formally sensitive eyes are now smoke screens They were just learning to feign emotional aspects Now they are learning otherwise The few men left could be forgiven For being the few men left. The path that was on the way The path that was on the way Was a path that was no way But he said: ‘let’s go, let’s go!” While we all yelled: “no, no!” But in the end as always He prevailed by appealing to our hearts And our hearts said Beyond this path Where no path is Lay caves full of treasure The elixir spring flow perpetually hence And the gardens that’s hold prison The fruits of wisdom The soiled pebbles No more you wanna run For you know where you wanna run And it is where you are Ruin, rotten and ugly Used to be beautiful Like red flowers in a clean glass Used to be innocent Like the first down But to it you run And no more you wanna run For where you run to you ruin The things I have learnt are the things that are gonna kill me The things I have learnt are the things that are gonna kill me The things I have not learnt are gonna corroborate with the things that I have learnt and kill me. To be saved, I had not to have learnt the things I learnt And I had to have learnt the things that I did not learn What are the things that I learnt that are gonna kill me? What are the things that I did not learn that are gonna help kill me? The things hidden in the shadows The things crouching beneath the hideous ghosts The things making the tiny teething toddlers grin The things causing the young priest to sin The things that are gonna kill me …. The things that were gonna save me…. These are black thoughts These are black thoughts Black thoughts by a black man Black man who does not know what he can What he can mean the difference The difference being the state of the world The world where issues are non- existence Non-existence being the state of the thought State of thoughts rotting in dirty imps’ school Imps’ school being the place where they learn to sew underwear Underwear with holes where poles can fit. Poles can fit in the holes in their brain In their brains are beautiful pictures of the world to come The world to come is but a silly illusion A silly illusion created by their silly religion Their silly religion created by their silly political legion Silly political legion comprised of the filthy rot of the society The society half population being foetuses and stillborns Foetuses and stillborn being the results of pastors and priests’ rapes What we love we kill they say What we kill we love they sing THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT RAPE Open your eyes to everything Open everything to your eyes Taste with your soul As your finger feel And look at a sight so beautifully foul For passion is beauty As beauty is passion And the act is beastly So the two in conspicuity converge. The girl is… how old did you say? The man in the body of a boy trembles. Two, there is a harsh wind And the flowers must be blown down Before the flurry, stingy insects fertilize them The fruit harvest will be low And temporarily, the ground a beauty show. Three, we see from this point The glassy anguish, souls in basement loitering Minds devoid of purpose diving And imps denied of minds and beauty Taking chance and fast. Four her face glitter in a sweet sparkle Her lips are full and soft Her eyes are all aglow Her thighs uncovered like her mother’s Like the television’s star’s Like the albino apes’ Like the virile female serpent’s He licks the lower lip As the penis’ head give a tip And the pulse increase And oh! She teases and teases and teases And minds void of purpose Beauty exposed to blind imps He rises. Five it sure will rain Look at the granny and her pain She remembers it, if nothing else It is like knives in her fermenting mind Red white hot scarring tearing And the healing, the healing She remembers the stench, an alien oduor She remembers the sweat, the huge droplets Piercing his forehead like huge thorns She remembers the breath, the scared face The young boy’s uncomprehending countenance She remembers the vacuous pleasure She sees the boy’s eyes wide open His helplessness as she pinned her down Her thighs across his frail body Like elephant’s tracks. How old was she? She remember when she left him An hour she stared at the grey roof Even when the penis went limp And she had wiped the innocent fluid And as she remembers She grins at the photo of the child that was conceived. Now long dead Six at last it is six And papa will be here And with him. What? SEVEN it was reported That the drizzle had swept off The bodies for it was a sloppy land But seventeen bodies were counted Private parts defiled. Eight they said with smiles That all would be well The cold would not reach the room And the dogs outside crooning And the beds were warm But the parents said: “Well, they are all kids, really” But later….well Abortions had to be procured And everybody was made to know And two suicides later- Bodies discovered in the boreholes And others hanging by thin nylon threads in pit latrines And mathare hospital and priesthood…. Nine and it was over The so sweat, well- prepared supper was over And grandfather had made it, smiling all along Saying that cooking was his life Joking like an intelligent dog Starring the soup and smiling at her And calling her “mother” And she though it was a nightmare He was pushing, holding her mouth with his hand Almost biting off her young breasts Pushing! Pushing! Pushing! The blood gushing out in a torrent And the breathing so loud, so loud And there was of cause a death Yet memory can not die For that which does not live is not mortal Is it then immortal? And the lamp all along swinging and…. Ten and then they said: “These boys need only sausages” “We won’t ever have to smile at filthy men” The boys- minds and beauty there Were tied But the penises always stood Like a dog salivating on seeing poisoned meat And they cooed and shrilled And went to business later For they were successful businesspersons But the penises always shot up Like dogs salivating on seeing poisoned meat Eleven The maize plants were tall They had given birth to three a piece And beans plants used them for support And they shared nitrogen Twelve. The sun never rose It went down in history For one mind is as many And many minds is as one There was grease There were scissors There was a mighty sword There were bottles There was a sheet of paper with writings There was a dark liquid There was a rape And the benevolent spirit said: “I made you whole and wholesome And on the thirteen day I devour you” Thirteen. Nusery rhime Tukuuruga mariko meri Tondu baba ni muthigari Nake mami ni mwarimu Mangiriti karie itina WE ARE We are not reflections of others We are not mirror images When we hate It is not our ‘real’ hating It is us We are not moving as they move We are not creating as they create We are real We can touch our skin And we feel it Not because ‘they’ touch it and feel it They are not real if anything. We are! Yes, they have some effects But we are the real ones We are! WE DAMN ARE! We are unlike We are unlike You are scared stiff by the By the heartbeat of a dead body And the whistling sound the soul make as it sail by While as I, a tall creature Embraces such. The tale What we did that day Is a story for another day? What we said next to the yellow trenches Is a tale to be told as we sit on the white benches Who the whitely dressed lady was Is a tale I must tell you of course The fight that started across the street As the beast tore at the other beast Is a tale to be told as we feast Upon the ewe that we are fattening As we await the arrival of the dead king You remember we went as more But here we return and only four The ladies no longer being with us A tale to be told after the mass. And so why all this fuss? Because as soon as we tell a tale It sprig tingly and windily go stale So we save it for tomorrow When it might be needed to mollify a sorrow When evil smile It is such a sweet smile You see no malice there You see the white of the teeth The fruity red of the gum And the calm creases at the corner of the mouth And the twinkling eyes complementing the smile You see the joy of joining in the smile You wonder why you thought it was evil When the evil smile It is an amnesiac drug You hug the evil You become one with the evil You see the beauty of the heart You see the profundity of the smile You become so forgiving So my child When the evil smile You must look away When evil smile You want to look away. Witchcraft When my eyes are by yours entranced My heart shivers as it races. My heart is a rock thumping at my heart, When our eyes on each other reflect. When my hand feels your sensuous skin, My heart ruptures in dolorous joy. My heart is melted by its warmth, When your larky voice whisper into my ear. When we achieve equilibrium by sharing time and god, My soul shamelessly sings in\of secret joys. And it is a profound, golden moment When your witchy touch electrify my body. JOYFUL ANGER All these filthy motherfucking bitches Wanna get riches From me cuz they are just leaches And I eat them like rotten peaches Cuz it is the only worthy game in the street chase But the worm will catch up with you so put more haste So you can learn to distinguish the taste And then its quick, sweet, witty, cut and paste Mutants It was in the future And as projected The future a creature And adverts read: Guards against women offensive For, yes, it was no longer Possible to rape, a woman They had evolved And thus contrived To fight against what had become Mans’ favourite sport: ‘rape’ From their virginal They now produced two forms of fluids One for consensual sex And another against, a fluid Reacting violently to testerones Within the moment of contact And it was not within the woman power To decide which fluid to shed As would have been such potent power It just came like the green in the glass Or the brown in the earth Or the nectar in the mutated honeysuckle A human female would never be raped Unless with metal penises. JOY OF SEX How do you describe it? What make it so irresistible? What is there in the sight of A woman, her bulbous breast Calling forth with a cry to be devoured? How does sex feel? How does one feel as he sweats gallons? How does she feel as her Body softens and submits and let go? And feel free to receive And what joy is it in giving pleasure? As the race intensify and the final gate is seen And her eyes pop open wide And she stares like a holy imp Daring you to stop and she will kill you Pulling you down and making that moan And seeming so powerful then, so profound Her lips palpating, her breast bursting off Her virginal lips turning soupy And what is the joy in the toil As he crushes her and want with all his force To pull her in, like sly quick sand swallow her And yet surrender himself to her In an act of utter betrayal Of the selfish genes crying out for salvation In this state of utter confusion? What make her seem the ultimate, The best then, the Alfa god then? That she would ask to bite the ear off And he would deliriously wale “ay ay!” That she would cry: “I own you, I own you!” And in demented ecstasy, he hand over the dagger As the life-full penis slide in, why is the insane Need to pull out and the atrocious Urge to push in so simultaneous thus An act of surrender to the unknown T o a void full of unknown treasure Yet a void? Why is it tasteless Who can say, priest and nuns, exempted What is the joy of sex? THE NIGHTMARISH HORROR Whole worlds! Whole, real worlds! Whole, real world staring! And, ah! Look at them! They are whole worlds! They are whole real worlds! Only one thing is missing You look long you see it You see it You long for it You must have it You seek it And it become sought Oh! Real, whole worlds! Ah look at them Whole, real world staring. LINES The boundaries are yellow And above them if you look long For sure you see the gold Glittering in a yellow moon And as the vision falters The mind configure a fragrance The yellow start to peel off You start to see the monstrous figure And also it is an angel Come to take you Fly with you And you don’t want to fly For the angel is a female You want a male angel One you can copulate with One you can kiss and feel kinda shy But this angel, no! Then you see the boundaries You had forgotten the boundaries And now oh! You wish You had not been a chooser Had taken any angel that came your way But that’s not your way The boundaries shine. WE TOO ARE BIG But we just don’t feel right Letting those spiritual phrases flow Out of our mouth, out of our hearts. We too are blessed with hearts whose demons are dreaded But we keep them quiet, we keep them quiet There are mirrors in our rooms too Where we can glance in like you And say we are just humans, just humans. The forgiveness of our sins Are effected from the beginnings And we scream hallelujah, scream hallelujah The conception of our soul Does not allow us at all To let the spiritual phrase flow For each time we use them Out they flow with a little bit of our soul With a little bit of our soul. ENRUPTURING CONJOINED SOULS Glow with me And we will see Walk with me And you will see Come into my room Come kiss my lips And I will see I don’t want you to love me I have been loved enough Don’t leave me Hold on a moment Hope is like a thread of grass And see, see Hope can breathe too Draw its breath from us From us Share with me you heart And then you will see Why the dead are not loving Why the dead are not being loved Aha! Now you smile When I talk of the dead When I talk of the dead When I talk of the dead When I talk of the dead you smile What if I mention their rotting lips? You grimace as if you have no lips What if I talk of their unbeating heart, Their silent pulse, Of their unfaltering soul? Then I say come with me Walk the long road with me Giving me no comfort Giving me no spiritual warmth Just walk with me And we will see. CARESSING DEMONS First you smile Then you walk a mile Then you feast on red thighs Then you go to church- A temple for you will do Then you give birth Or donate sperms To a whore or a virgin Both will act as vessels For humans are torch bearers And where are they taking the torch? The question is: Where did they get the torch? But, be blind to those questions Don’t smother the demon Don’t even think about it Let them sooth you to sleep The yellow sun is the source of light The green moon is the source of dreams They are the fathers and mothers Of all your demons Who is the father, who is the mother? Mothers have always been popular with sons The breast has a greenish, uneatable quality And the son must love the mother Don’t slay a demon Don’t slay yourself Make it simple Make it simple And it will twinkle Add squinters and tweets And any eye it will catch quick The heather is cold The young heart is bold The old mind is kind Make it simple And it’ll more twinkle JUST SO I enshroud my body that stinks With cleanly sparkling clothes And the cleanly sparkling clothes Are made to stink |