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He hunted his devastation,
to mar it and make it worse
Like a perfect perturbation,
He cooked his body combination  
With his real obligation.
And he rehearsed
to let his body stalk
with its curses
And fell in love with
the death verses
Thank you, thank you from the depth of my heart,
Thank you my lovely family from  
Mombasa,Nairobi and Daressalaam,
Thank you for adding colour to my miserable grey year.
Thank you for welcoming me to your home,
For being there for me when I needed you most.
Thank you for taking me on the trip,
For walking beside me,
For holding my hands when I needed support,
It's the little things that you do that mean so much to me.
Thank you for putting up with me,
Thank you for sharing your food with me,
The delicious acharis, yummy jugu paak, mouth watering gorpapdi, exquisite puris, sakarperas and variety of biscuits,
Not to forget everybody 's favourite "popcorn",
And showering me with lovely gifts,
Thank you too, for celebrating my birthday with that awesome black forest cake.
Most of all thank you for listening to me,
And encouraging me in my low moments.
If I ever think of a good family,
You guys are always first on the list,
So many thoughtful things you did for me,
But, one thing is for sure I owe a lot to you.
I also want you to know how much I love and appreciate you.
Thanks is just a small word,
But, for me it has a deep meaning and thousands emotions.
7/1/2020
Achari: sweetened and chilly dry mango slices.
Jugupaak :sweetened groundout cakes
Gorpapdi, puris and sakarperas:Indian savoury snacks.
I went to Kenya to spend December with my family.
 Jan 2020 BP Fallen
Kafka Joint
If
 Jan 2020 BP Fallen
Kafka Joint
If
It it weren't
For my constant drinking,
I would be now
Completely drunk.
the night fell
as one last revelation
this pale moon, a metronome
in the gulf of my eyes
christ, i was so weak
for avoiding the spectacle
but i’m running out of reasons
left to say goodbye

my phantom at the doorway
all serpentine and sage
while your perfume takes to air
like the harvest pollen
exalted in the rain

and sometime, too
will i finally sleep
by the candlelight of day
 Dec 2019 BP Fallen
Jay earnest
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 Dec 2019 BP Fallen
Jay earnest
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I sit in the gutter
I sit on the street
I sit on the mud
just below the creek
I ramble in the wind
I row in the stream
I talk to bugs
& eat refried beans
I smile in the morning
I cry in the night
I am only guided by
a flickering light

— The End —