A thought process, an ink spill of metaphors and words span into the details of how poetic life can be....
Friday, March 27, 2009
Where the air is Thick!...
Where the air is thick!
I have gone to a place,
like what a journey would be...
and had sweet thick mango juice,
A Kayamba playing in the back ground,
like that group of men call themselves Kayamba Africa
there was a man though,
a Rasta Man chewing at Muguka
green gobbler and something he's mumbling
between stuffing his mouth.
and puffing a cigarette,
the air here is unmistakably thick
so he says with a thick baritone voice,
"young man!",
"write us some of that scribble you call poetry..."
"am in a mood for anything"
and a thick air came about me,
to put some sense into him!
I have had the taste of the loins
put to folklore my curiosity and yearning...
My friends and I prepare judgment over things,
before our indulgence,
I listen to Bach, Mozart and still get high on Jua Cali talent,
there are emerging Benga, Jazz and Soul birds where I revel,
it is not just the drink and dance floor that takes me there
it is the thick air around,
the music and people dancing to it,
I might just as well have Alvaro while am at it.
I was looking for club Sound…
Listen to my own kind for a start,
That never seems to pan out as I imagine it…
In fact so have many things, I keep holding back.
Of course the fellow going green in his mouth,
Had something to say to this,
Took a lot of stomaching for my young intestines,
“ Young Man[Kijana!] did you use rubber?”
“ Then you know nothing of tasting loins”
Taken aback, “AIDs” would have been a more probable
Way to go about it.
I simply manage… “The world is a terrifying place”
And the thick starts again about me…
Now taking a form of rage.
The thick air around,
In the library between books on a shelf,
Called it philosophy, poetry, art….
I think I saw Hamlet in some play Shakespeare wrote,
And now the soap opera about me,
A love affair am having has failed in comparison of these.
So I’ll keep wanting more,
Scribe my own kind of scheme to brain wash people
That this too is a kind of love.
The thick air about me,
The life here within.
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