I Am A Sorcerer

I Am A Sorcerer Alakazam taunting the hearts till blood Drips at intervals, begetting a flood That gulps and sweeps iota of courage Into the dam of dread; brooding by age. Hearts in confetti hanging on wish wall, Hyper sensitive dehydrated galls. Incantations weilded by severed tongues, Nectar of vexations with pleasant touch, Hearts luredContinueContinue reading “I Am A Sorcerer”

The Impotent

“Promise you won’t take this personal, Drake” Severed syllables clad in a long robe of empathy. Nursed till they were healthy for plying the bolox for the tongue. Particles drooping like nectar, an extension of stigma yet to be circumcised by pollination. He saw no reason he should. Well, provided the content of the intendedContinueContinue reading “The Impotent”

The Impotent

“Promise you won’t take this personal, Drake” Severed syllables clad in a long robe of empathy. Nursed till they were healthy for plying the bolox for the tongue. Particles drooping like nectar, an extension of stigma yet to be circumcised by pollination.            He saw no reason he should. Well, providedContinueContinue reading “The Impotent”

Humming Sorrow

Humming Sorrow (Replaces ‘a’ with ‘q’) Seeping smogged smithereens in mqrrows, Cqllous pqin hums hymnql sorrow: Junk jive embroidered with crescendoes, Rough rhythms in reefs grow Qs the offshoot red glow. Eqrs fqr qwqy heqrd The music crescendoes bled. Into pity, heqrts moved. Sixth octqve, notes improved. Teqrs trqiling trqcks, Pqin pqsting pqts, Music meltingContinueContinue reading “Humming Sorrow”

A Folktale II

The heaven with purpl’d eyes looked across The window of the hung clouds as day dawn: Very hot it shone – scaring soles from earth. The monkey, whipped mercilessly by dearth, Knuckled under attaining desire: To eat the banana ‘yond the river. The dillema that tucked him under wish, Was but his inability to swim.ContinueContinue reading “A Folktale II”

We, You, I (A Rap Song)

“I ain’t gonna be nothing, Cos it seem like f’ever I’ve been longing.” Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose, Skin so sore, malady of the toes. Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for, Studied chemistry and physics what have I got? I’ve got nothing, but walking, Turning like a wheel, with no Boris, FishingContinueContinue reading “We, You, I (A Rap Song)”

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