Like cascades flowing through
The Owen falls dam
The loud silence of painful laughter
Aching for bloody breath
The torn chapter of our lives,
Bred into ash grey giggles
Over misty green hills,
With chuckles from monkeys,
Whose Ape Mind
Was baked under the savannah heat
That smiles were indeed knives
Only to be reckoned by ghost eyes
A commodity to be traded
For ignorance
Sigh, the heart sigh
Peddled for journeys
For a drop of crystallized water
The bargain of empty pockets
Flattering, dry stomachs
I share faces with a nun
Who is only virgin in appearance?
The latter holds no matter
For how would we know,
If catholic priests make good baby sitters?
It is the colorful universe
Whispering back at us
I am accustomed
To the plague that eats at sense common
The unending visits to institutions
Of decayledge
Deem I too sane
To see with my own eyes
I am given a pair of new eyes
I am told I should dress this way
Not that way
I should talk, act and live
Within the ethos of mutual acceptance
Perhaps I am just an ape
Dressed in fancy mindset
My pen retires
Knowing sometimes it is the face you hide
Not the face people might see.
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