At Noon…
Feasting on his eyes
A mental midget becomes a drunken piano…
A friend with a hearing aid tunes his skull,
Doctor blind prescribing red and blue pills…
Seeing orange flies and peach trees
An echo breaks plates in his bedhead…
Aware of open graves of his youth’s funeral,
He calls on rainbows – dancing like a drugged donkey…
Nommo
My san man
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My sophisticated san man with eyes of thorns
Eyes of prickly pears and dying cactii at the 42nd rung of hell’s ladder
My sophisticated san man with eyes of hot ice, fire scorching
My sophisticated san man who pisses on pavements
Pisses on streets mourning their death to toraht senior citizens’ limbs and lagos’ lost pimps
My sophisticated san man of indecent exposure in kosher corners
My sophisticated san man of thick, meaty phallus
Member like Madagascar
My sophisticated san man of pleasures and hedonistic bliss
My sophisticated san man of half-buttocks
Soft buttocks, honey-coloured buttocks, and hard, soft, curly black- ginger hair
San man of books and words and images and films, lots and lots of films old and rare
San man of timeless vinyls
Of music catapulting on heads of eager lovers
My sophisticated san man of bold fears and gallant scurries
My sophisticated man of ten thousand hearts and eleven million minds
My sophisticated san man of razorsharp laser-fire feelings
Man of burning tears
Words flinging swords
Words tender like overcooked rice
My san man of love soft like clouds
Clouds hiding behind a fuschia sunset painted pink and purple
Of love sore like a virgin’s first stab at pain
My san man of scars and dents and screams
Screaming fires
My man of ash, closed ash, ash shut up in a steel box
My sophisticated san man of life and death and brutality, my man of immortality
My sophisticated san man of simple dreams and erratic acts
Axed hearts, ten thousand axed hearts
My sophisticated san man of raging stillness and thunderous silence
My san man of love like sorghum
Like malt, like pressing overripe black grapes with scathed orange feet
My sophisticated san man of thick blankets in cold, biting winds
My unsophisticated rural native man
With a sophisticated stare and sophisticated voice
My sophisticated san man of beautiful pubes and long long legs
Angel lizard man
Devil dragon man
Mountain man, river man
OYA