wouldst you in the mist of my confusion
have me become a white mosquito boy
that by a grafted tongue would
mould powerful changes
around bliss and ecstasy
that by garb and candor grafts defying gender roles
causes by his spaces openness
a sexuality, moulding, mounting new and explosive intimacies
and yet my fevered brain
hotter than the hottest summer
wishes to embrace  a white mosquitoe boy
become the cannibal of his dimensions
be subject to his unremarked experiments
Oh, will I become a native of these everyday practices
a white mosquitoe boy
evolving into a public ethic
a dangerously obscure central truth
the ink lies still wet on y confused thinking
while the white mosquitoe boys call me ” Le Mome”
shall I enter their grand boulevards
the ink drys, it speaks
its beautiful wondrous notation
says “YES”, yes it says, it says yes
you don’t become a mosquitoe boy
YOU ARE BORN ONE

A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile, some agile and some avaricious,
The anopheles was the most fragile but avaricious.

This human, they set eyes on,
She was in possession of everything they needed
And in want of nothing.
So because of her possessions, they attacked her
And she being weak, could do nothing to defend herself.

And so with their proboscis, they ****** her blood,
For many a year, she was continuously being ******.
As she was being ******, so was she being bitten,
Some bites were gentle, others, excruciating.
But with God on her side, she stood on her feet.

The wind of change gently blew some mosquitoes away
Others clung tight, for they were desperate
But the human started agitating for her freedom
So the remaining mosquitoes reluctantly left.
But alas!!!! She has been ****** semi dry
She started labouring to regain herself back
Just as the lazy anopheles mosquitoe came back

As the other mosquitoes went and continued their lives,
The anopheles discovered it couldn’t survive alone
So it came back through lies and deceit to **** more blood
And from that same human, it continued ******* blood,
It will come as if to make peace
Between the body parts; but that’s a pretext.
It truly came for blood and more blood

The anopheles mosquitoe knows it can’t live without the blood
But it can never accept that fact
Because of its ***** pride.
It is the laziest of all the mosquitoes
Because it depends solely on the human

If the human doesn’t open her eyes
And with zeal, fight back,
The anopheles will **** her with no mercy.

NO HUMAN, NO ANOPHELES MOSQUITOE
NO AFRICA, NO FRANCE

Soul erosion grinds away until eventual implosion
Build corrosion today until the ultimate explosion
Throw your Precaution to the winds I can smell in the dusty air once again it's new familiar sins
What has been will be, so no need to listen to me
You're truly free,use it to create and then you'll see


Mosquitoe tears mashed together with my own blood's smears

My deepest fears gashed holes in my souls fragile human years

Another wave appears, crashed to the shore and time again interferes

The mind clears as trashed worries burn and ring upon deaf ears

So many spheres, lives flashed in a dream,  then it all disappears

So I was flying through the woods one day
And hummingbirds flitting and flashing
Iridescence and opalescence
Shimmery glints of golden green and violet blue
I laughed and darted with these sweet ones
Twisting and chasing in a game of faerie-bird-tag
Then a mosquitoe's whining shrill
zips past my head
zip zip two more speed by
I whip my head around and see a crazed mountain man
Blunderbuss in tow and limp carcasses dangling from his belt
Beard and hair more of a mane of insanity
In this manic frenzy, one cant help but to smile
Then dive in to dodge as if in a Matrix world
The madman fires, shooting away at his brilliant tiny targets,
Shooting if only for the sake of practice