By
Joseph Taylor
YOU MADE ME
Is it pepper’s fault
or the lizard’s?
You have such beautiful skin
Playing to chameleon’s tits
Once mama told me
Under the dry skin
of mama’s boot
Why do you plant under
the rings of the air
When members of the gate sit hunting for deers
In the empty kabasack
I recall
under the dry statements
Of a dying wish
Just one more chance
And I will sit back to realize all my mistakes
In the boots of the dying cockcroch…
PEPPER BLADE
I was told mama was here
And they ate from her bowl
Stripping her bamboo skin
Abeiku :
I can recall that
Strange sound
That trumpet under
mama’s pillow wall
There they come effascinating
Mama’s heart feels at rest
But broken glasses pinch my buttose
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