Sky blue, purple shade
The finest silhouette
Complaints,
Oppression
Negativity
Whining
Summarized in two words
Black thought

Dark mahogany rocking chair by the porch
Reminiscing the folk days
Projected in all shades of grey
Gloomy settings but a carved smile on his face
As he lost grandma Grace to the hands of less melanin masks
Trampling over the rosy ambiance that still lingered till this day
Going back and forth in that rock motion
Wisdom poaching, selena Johnson
Still taking on the black thought

I will simply have to clean my basement, all the crap and negativity idly poking me
Do feel my wrath worth the nation 's pathetic despair
Don’t think I will not clean this attic that has false hopes smothering your arrogant smile
Wait for the Hannibal in me to shut you down
As I closely walk beside that butterfly
Resting calmly in my palm
Waiting for the murderer in me to crash its living shine
But you,wait for the Hannibal in me to shut you down

orange suited bodies
mummified in woolen scarves
flasked rage at lava Fahrenheit
knuckles too cold to pop
cahoones swallowed
coiled animosity

i miss that amorous summer kiss
stellar guffaw
rigid stiletto
exuding confidence in that radiant walk
proudly wearing her scars
a definite rosemary
her twigs as a symbol of love and constancy
her incense in respect to the goner

no room for Monday blues
its a wicked Sunday after
no sweaty palms
its an unsteady motion of emotions
nervelessly rocking to the man in the dove coat
with a brown envelope, an assuring smile
or is this a folded 'back slap"
we don't know

meanwhile the autumn cold breeze
threatens to erode his fondness on my forehead
where he poured and planted his devotion
without the parting of his lips
and uttering of promised bliss
she kept hissing
"keep it together

On some lean **** Tuesday morning
Everything practically back to normal
the sighs have lessened
dreams on pause, numb is the word
no rush
Wednesday 's breakthrough is about the corner
as i wait

I wanna ****
i flip the beans way too much to angry the farmers
as they want to harvest in volume
its simple i don't get laid
known by my crouch work
suspicious nocturnal habits

she walked in
blue jeans
faded t, algae cap, luscious lips
an energy of the easy life,
had me palpitating
that look as if she was made to look at me just from between my thighs

'Irregular heartbeat, you, the pass byer"
i almost posted
SNS about to ****** me
with questions i wasn't ready to answer
then she crossed my mind again
had me palpitating
that look as if she was made to look at me just from between my thighs

Hands in my pockets
Walking past familiar faces
Simply because my cold face, blood shot eyes and
"i wanna roll back into bed yawns"
could **** anybody 's Tuesday happy face

The winter rangers are out
filled in vendors bakkies
calmly awaiting to be devoured
A few cents to keep the cold at bay

Women in open stilettos and sandles repeating
"The afternoon will be warmer " mantra
stick man under a tree, 'clickedy clack"
his bones giving him away as he shivers from the seasonal guest
holding a cigar, chimney monsieur

A prayer for a troubled man
i got down on my knees on days you couldn't
yesterday i prayed for your safety, health and forgiveness
Today i will pray for your peace and career all to take a new height
Be sure to pray and give thanks tomorrow