LEFT OVER
GIVE ME CRUMBS AND BITS WHILE I PUT MYSELF HOOKED, IN-DEBT
FOR THE LAW TO ARISE, COME RESCUE ME, FULFILL ME –I RELY ON
JUSTICE AND JOB, I’M DONE BRAVE ENOUGH, ACCUSTOM,
MY BETTER TIMES AHEAD IN PRESTINE OF LIGHT, THE SHOWER
I ABSORVE – I GIVE CHANCE, CONTROLE MY MIND - MY PRIDE RISES
ABOVE THE RHYMING OF THE FITTEST OF AGELESS BULL
FROM DARING POLITICIANS, THE DEPUTIES INTRUDANCE
AND DIALOGUEING BANKERS –SOLEMELY COVERINGS
IN ETNIQUES ARMORY, HIGHEST ESTATE ELEGANCY
OF LAND-DISPUTE WITH TRICKERY AND BLOOD-DIPLOMACY,
ON ETNICS WARRIORS COME DIGGING GOLD ON MY FLOOR –
GETTING LANES, BEACHES AND BEST OF KORSOW, SOLD! WHILE
I’M IN MISERY, SAME OLD STUPIDITY, FOLKS DUMP ME
WHILE I SEEK DIGNITY, UN –LIKE FOREPLAYS BISHOPS-STYLE
PASTORY WITH RUNNING TEARS GRANTINGLY,
SENTIMENTAL CRYING OVER SHOULDERS,
AN ACT OF PROMISE SELLING SENSIBLE AMBUSH,
AMBITIOUSLY WITH THEIR SLUGGISH AMBIGUITY
OF PRAYERS GONE SCANDALOUSLY UNDER CHURCH-BENCHED,
BANNED AND SEALED, UNPOTENCY- OMNI, NOT UTTERING
A WORD AS FRAGIC AS IS TO DISCOVER. MY EARS ARE BRAVE,
MY GRAND-MOTHER ONCE, ‘REPEND THEY MUST’ SAID THIS.
GIVE ME A DIME TO CLOSE MY EYES, MY EARS, MY MOUTH, WON’T PRESS
A CHARGE, MY SOUR DOUGH AND MILK I’LL SAVOR INSTEAD OR DEAD
OVER A FRESH LOAF I WOULDN’T ACT BUT ARISE. BLESSED BE MY LIVER
NON- SUCKED OVER DEXTROSE, NON- STRESSED LIKE MOCKING BEE
ON A CANDY-WOMAN, HER CHASER’S FEE TO KEEP UPDATED
HER DYNASTY; SUFFOCATE HER KNEES UP AND FRO SHE GOES.
STEEP GOING UP, CONTROLLING, GALLOPING LIKE A GOOSE IN SPEED,
FREIGHT AND WEIGHT, HER CHEEKS SWEET BUTTERED LIKE RED PLAYING CHAMP
TURNS MASCULINE ON FOOLS, IGNORE POSSIBLE LAW BUT LUCK
OVER SHADOWS HER DEAD BONES, A CHILD LIKE ME THAT CRUMBLED
OUTREACHES NOW FOR HELP, HER KNEES NOT FIT. WHEN PITCHES OF LAUGHS
STRIKE THREE, HOOVERING OVER ISLANDS- NARRATIVITY,
HER NAÏVITY, A LITTLE PIGGY TO WEAK WILL RARELY FIT
IN THE STREAM OR REACT IN THE COMING OF FACE- LIFT
AND GLORY, THE RADIANCE OF PARDON, THE TURN TO SINCERITY.
September 2012 - Asyla ten Holt - all rights reserved.
You can absorb this healing-energy with your own belief: I’ll remember Curacao.
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