Aurora's Poetomania

This is a slumber deeper than sleep Past the gates of life but not quite dead Where the sleep is just so deep to be relaxed But not so deep not to cry out in pain This is a place darker than a grave Where the fear of the unknown kills The little hope that glimmers from the known This place where the sky is just grey enough to instil fear But not such that I die of it This is a time that is colder than ice Clogging my veins and freezing my blood This is the split second between being saved and being left In a pool of ice cold blood, on your own This is that drink that burns your throat Either forced down or downed This is that meal that bites your anus As it comes out as not excrement at all But the same as you ate it To prove to you that nothing has changed And till the last of your coward tears drop Nothing ever will.

despite proclaimations of ferocious adherence, do you still dare doubt my manifestation of desperate affection? Despite the countless beautiful atrocities comitted by me, in a fit of despondent hilarity targeted at making you feel ecstatic do you still wonder who the recipient of my ditty is? Shame on the dame that looks to tame a subservient little tame that lives out of her merlot jar and on her flimsy oats and like a jewish undertaker, should take a mikvah.

My husband Sumonu came home today He came bearing the usual gifts I don't know if I'm to thank Allah Or to rain curses on my destiny He looked around at the thatch door Glared like a dumb lost sheep Be pointed at little sheri on the tattered mat "Whose child is that chit" he said "Whose house do you see her" I asked My husband thinks hard for a while "I think this house is mine" he said Gulping down sputtum and saliva without shame I bow my head in regret and shame And watched as my husband Sumonu moved without gait Towards a scared and scarred me as we made our second unknown chitlun I wept bitter juice out of my blood shot eyes In a few thrusts it would be over" I mussed Even though I knew it would be another nine months of quiet pain And rains of curses on my husband. Sumonu.

Under these brown rusted roofs Children play with toes like hoofs They sing of the devils hoods And dance at the food mom cook Under the huts of thatched age I stand with my back to the gates I hear the sounds! Loud and guaged Of this fountain springing, I wanna have a taste. Right here under these brown rusted roofs Adunni o ba duro na, say hoot Tap your finger against your lips at the ganihols Let my feetsteps never fade from the sandy rustic wools.

When on these chilly silent nights my heart holds still D sounds of distant barking dogs of past passions Lay to rest the last of the wreaths of fates D gates of heaven finally leading to d pits of hell When d last hair of my shadow falls And my eyes droop finally in trust of summer As my soul eagerly awaits d beauty of spring D only assurance of life is d thought of you Come home soon my love To dis place where the earth is warm Where the love is true