the poet said
i am not here
to teach you
i aim to
entertain you –
chug you away
the poet said
in your mind
& the mind
In the branded supermarket, about to pick up the laundry detergent, he glanced at a face he knew. Long time no see! How how are you? Tell me about it, she replied. I’m alright you know. How are you? Managing affairs as we do he said. Her trolley rammed with food and sundries and his plastic basket minimal, they faced each other and began to chat as people went about their shopping.
Do you see anyone from school? Do you still go clubbing? How is work? How are the kids? Girls or boys? 3 boys she said. They can cook, wash dishes, dust and polish, hoover… they never have to rely on a woman. That’s excellent he nodded in but she sighed.
To be honest, my eldest son’s girlfriend just sits down. He does all the work. Cooks, cleans, even irons. I can’t believe it. I didn’t grow my son up to be a woman’s footstool. He’s no fool, her friend inquisitively prompted. It’s a woman’s world. Man’s power is eroding and I am not complaining.
Well, I am not happy about that she said. I don’t want a woman to take my son as a tool. With power becomes responsibility he said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling. She smiled back. Time pressed.
OK she said. Nice to see you again. She raised her hand formally to shake. He expressed surprise. I thought you only shake hands now, she said. Oh no. We go back from school he requited, then they cuddled each other and went about their shopping.
a proud moment attending with the Lord Mayor weighed down
by his heavy ceremonial chain in the banquet hall as he presented
her with two contour glasses for 25 years of government service.
her mother look puzzled, grabbed one and held it up
to the chandelier and flicked it. then she wet her finger
and gently swiped around the rim. not a sound. she frowned.
whatever happened to the carriage clock?
The sun shone hot as normal. A quirky smell punched the caged compound. He was no fool around lions they said. He stepped inside the perimeter, but a lone lion chased & pounced, pinning the zoo owner to the floor instead – no escape. Onlookers scream as he is dragged into the bushes.
Give me three reasons why I should not maul you sneered the lion.
I’ve been caring for you since a decade – growing you up as my own, delivering high quality food on a plate, tending your health & medical bills – & – the lion blew a hefty sigh –
keeping you enclosed I have saved you from rabid beasts of the wild – man & predator, you & your offspring have been spared – & – the lion blew a heftier sigh –
I am your master. Oh yeah? exclaimed the lion & mauled the zoo owner anyway.
glancing at the android i sighed: been feeding the dragon lately. purple hue & 9 feet tall she voraciously whispers – feed me, feed me.
she cant function without my input though: like a car without a driver, a plane without the flyer, a knife minus the slayer. in my mind i’m conjuring what to feed her next.
write something nice
the old man encouraged
but that steely thing –
when you hear
a robber whisper
outside on the lawn
at midnight –
at a twisted world
that steely thing –
never mind google –
guns don’t kill people
people kill people
but too many people
shot dead by guns.
a white platform
pen becomes keys
furious tap dancing