"majambah" poems
I once stood before her mouth, her outdoors,
it rained heavily cause Heaven cried
for me, Its privileged citizen,
the man who killed God
and released It from
His reign.
And she stood.
Just once before I
silently turned into the
coconut.
My soul flew into the darkness
of her mouth and haunted her yellow teeth.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC