Poem
Phillip Zhuwao
WHY SHOULD THOSE BIG EYES NOT SEE?
WHY SHOULD THOSE BIG EYES NOT SEE?
WHY SHOULD THOSE BIG EYES NOT SEE?
The days have got no kolour iethey are not hazel but beautiful mounds
of meal of rotting worms
these I fail to touch are
her 2 breasts mound of grave meat
Crushing her nails amidst the tumbling bricks
She rises
Ashen gargoyle face we tangle
I am Io
and
She is Io
The oil between our thighs is
from pressed shit
The caresses we shit over and over
is crushed faces
Why should we mean nothing to each
When we're really nothing.
© 2004, Phillip Zhuwao
From: Sunrise Poison
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
From: Sunrise Poison
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
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WHY SHOULD THOSE BIG EYES NOT SEE?
The days have got no kolour iethey are not hazel but beautiful mounds
of meal of rotting worms
these I fail to touch are
her 2 breasts mound of grave meat
Crushing her nails amidst the tumbling bricks
She rises
Ashen gargoyle face we tangle
I am Io
and
She is Io
The oil between our thighs is
from pressed shit
The caresses we shit over and over
is crushed faces
Why should we mean nothing to each
When we're really nothing.
From: Sunrise Poison
WHY SHOULD THOSE BIG EYES NOT SEE?
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