THE FRUIT OF DESTITUTION

Written by: F Vaz

In the gaiety of poverty
I’m happy as you please
paying  my rent
with drunken smiles
celebrating my choice
of subsidized afflictions

Its not me you see
clothed in the sun
bleeding thoughts of glory
toiling
amongst the colorful dead

I sweat black earth 
share scars with straw hats
whisper intimacies into 
restless pools of light   
as green bananas
fall from the heavens.