Treasure Island

Tony Adah


My Soul Brother


Do not mind the gun
In your mouth,
That cow tail you stole
To practise war dance,
You seem to be brandishing It over fire
The wafts are great
Or are your nostirls too talking?
There is an act of nude awakening
Driving in your head.
My soul brother
Do not mind the teeth in your tongue
Even as they can grind you down
Mind the diadem of presidium
Adorning your head crafted by your own hands
And the hollow of your own head.
My soul brother
Do not mind your tongue
It is busier than your nose
The fire is ruining the beauty
Of your cow tail
And you do not know?
My soul brother
Do not let this wafts become your cologne
My soul brother
No one wants to be a spectator
Of your mad naked dance
Where are you going to this afternoon?
The gondolier is steering upstream
But you lag behind
Howling at the world?

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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