Random

I.

Me…
Fat girl…
Sweaty and oily- faced
I pant on walking
The world is an eye that crawls over my fleshy bosom
As I sit there under the sky;
Too scared to lie down
For fear of exposure

I dream of foot ball boots
Of air whizzing past my ears
As I run; with the ease of a gazelle
The muscles rippling in my thigh…
In my bicycle kicks I defy gravity…
I aim at the horizon and pay no penalty…

(July 2006)


II.

There aint nothing in these streets anymore
No wild fire flames
No shattered glass panes
For never once these wretched church bells
Ring out the time wrong
With a single hand movement
They shut out all voices
Bless them, but I want back
My city of noises

(June 2010)