Dykes of wind – K.B

Escaping the clutch of wild elements, just for a while.

 

Yeah, sometimes the cosmos closes its eyes, that when I have fun , too short a time, alas ! 

 

 

 

Dykes of wind

 

 

 

The dyke broke
And I’m broke.

Therefore,
Everything
Is gushing
Through.

The gate
To strange
Fortune
Is open
And wild.

Transvestite,
Drag queens
And clowns
Are coming through
Loaded with
Cocaine.

I was waiting
Like a hunter
Till the end
Of the day
To get a fix,

To heal my mind
From daily
Psychological
Torture,

Not to say
Soft murder

Coz’ I’m dying inside
Every time
A while.

Just wail
Baby,
Wail.

Crossed path
With Wayne’s
Mother

Filled my head
With anger
And frustration
But if you
Don’t listen
Patiently

They’ll snatch
A piece of you.

O luxurious beats !

The lake is warm

I would’ve liked
To dip a toe.

Dippitoe’s
My new jazz
Slang.

The world
Is a soup,

Dip your tongue,

Dippitoe dipyourtongue.

The neighboor is
Single
She offers tea

Dip your dick,

Dippitoe dipyour
Tongue dipyourdick.

You’ll never get
To the end of desire.

Keep doing bad
To write good

As the terrorised
Old man ( my dad)
Comes in
For an apology

And…

I had to listen
Patiently.

What is it with
Global harassment ?

I’d like to be
A flower in
The fields sometimes.

End of story,

Coz’ the bad
Djinns smelled
The love.

Now,

Run,

Run !

 

 

 

 
K.B

 

 
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