I tore it down
All of it
Everything that resembled Mr. Brown
His clothes are in trash bags
The decor in pieces
Desecrated all of his flags
"Mr. Brown, don't ever show your face around,
or I'll put you in a coffin." I said
He looked confused as I pronounced Bob Marley lyrics in a way profound
" I do not blame you, but myself,
for the day you came in
I put my soul on a shelf"
"You are contorted and misconstrued
there is nothing but darkness
in the life around you"
He seethed with fury.
The kind I had when I was a child
He spoke shortly, yet with a dramatic flurry.
" You may send me away," he spat
I tried to contain my fear
"But you know as well as I do, I'll return and it won't be for a chat"
A sudden calm washed over me.
And I said with a devious smile
"Last time I let you. The next time I won't let be"
His coal black eyes perfectly matched his mouth; agape
as he stood stunned. A painting of disbelief.
I escorted him to the exit and sealed it with duct tape
because duct tape fixes everything
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
I tore it down
All of it
Everything that resembled Mr. Brown
His clothes are in trash bags
The decor in pieces
Desecrated all of his flags
"Mr. Brown, don't ever show your face around,
or I'll put you in a coffin." I said
He looked confused as I pronounced Bob Marley lyrics in a way profound
" I do not blame you, but myself,
for the day you came in
I put my soul on a shelf"
"You are contorted and misconstrued
there is nothing but darkness
in the life around you"
He seethed with fury.
The kind I had when I was a child
He spoke shortly, yet with a dramatic flurry.
" You may send me away," he spat
I tried to contain my fear
"But you know as well as I do, I'll return and it won't be for a chat"
A sudden calm washed over me.
And I said with a devious smile
"Last time I let you. The next time I won't let be"
His coal black eyes perfectly matched his mouth; agape
as he stood stunned. A painting of disbelief.
I escorted him to the exit and sealed it with duct tape
because duct tape fixes everything
Part 11 of the Kutisha series "ujenzi"
© February 19th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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