Tuesday 19 February 2013

Kamau Inspired Poetry - nothing like his but written after listening to his

(I often write like this but don't often share.)


I want to
Go in a dark, dank place
with guilty eyes watching me
and shake up my body to sexual songs
on the phallus, firm
of the one
I
love.

And if I can't dance to slackness
And if I can't dance 'til slackness
If crude men won't whisper nonsense
And shout profanity
Through the big
Black
Speak-ers
Then
I WILL GO MAD

I WILL
SWEAT
in my bed
Being Pumped
Pumped
by man
Not beat
BOOM
Boom
boom
Oh
Biology...


Rebel Glam 2013