A fent in the huge, rain-blooded gourd
of heaven pukes Deluge and dirt
upon these lands...
...
Deluge aftermath
lies on a pyre of laughter -
sardonic laughter -
holocryptic in its litter of
...
Under the aegis of darkness,
they trespassed narrow-edged ways -
wayward musicians;
spectre-framed and so pronto the
...
Trials beget trials.
O'nubile maid of the Sahara, run toward
Us with mad flapping of your young breasts.
Run for trials.
...
Disconsolate clouds above us
Wince at the rib-image cracks of lightning.
Billowing smokes of ashes eddy at the
Foot of this huge necropolis, replete with hate.
...
Late November,
and lonely resonance of harmattan
salutes this solitude.
A weaverbird's contralto, in one
...
Yesterday reclines on the tenuous
breath of ancestral drums,
and summons protocols for the crowning
of tomorrow.
...
Less deciduous than the rest of the tropical fruits,
Almond,
Wayward Almond of parched wine of Burgundy,
You were forbidden...
...
London,
a great house standing by
a long water,
bathed by a golden sun
...