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I know you don’t know Gikomba, Gikosh
It’s where we go to shop
For everything second hand and camera
Shirts, purses, suits, girlfriends, even senators
You must get there early when the sun is in the east
If you want to get something nice you must be the first pick
They all come in bales shipped from the west
We don't like to say they are used or cheap
You should see the new girlfriend I just nicked
she really is beautiful, she has all her teeth
She is quite a catch she is an affordable treat
A little bit used? yes but barely, she looks pristine
I can’t believe someone gave her away at just twenty-three
She has a few scars nothing that can’t be fixed
With a little care, a visit to my tailor, trust, and a new wig
I am so excited I must show all of the streets
I can’t wait to try her on once I am home, rested and clean
She comes with instructions in a manual you will never see
First, you must wear a wrapper, It is the wisdom from within
You see this people from the west are sometimes sick
Before you try anything from Gikosh, its proper
To wear protection for some infections we can't treat
Until you can make sure she is clean
Just like my mother did with my clothes from the streets
She cleaned my Sunday best first to lose that mitumba scent
To make sure my neighbours couldn’t see we couldn't get the new drip
Just so I could fit in with the rest not to mention also disinfect from disease
Like a good son raised right by her mother with respect for my street
I clean her up, to protect myself from her previous sin
Once I rinse her past, I teach her how to speak like me
I take her out for all my friends to witness her skin
They stand in awe of how designer she is
Like a reality star from Instagram or those fancy magazines
Oh My! I can’t wait for also you to see
My mtumba girlfriend after I take a pic
She is special, with character and is really unique
Not generic like the mass-produced brands you worship
Where you go shopping in the malls in the city
Yes your girlfriends look amazing
you don’t even have to check their teeth
They are never used they are never cheap
But still, none is like this new one I picked
I am already attached and I am pleased
You really should try Gikosh if you will
I recommend with 5 stars it is the dream
What can I say about a person
who's turned me into their prey thing?
I've turned a cheek a few dozen times.
Taken on the burden of their procrastination.
Always at a heavy price.
You look at my passiveness as weakness.
Another opportunity to pile on more B.S.
You've shrugged off, even snickered at my ideas.
Only later to turn them into your own.
Your rewards were at the expense of my defeats.
My defeats are a light in your beacon.
The powers that be don't even see it.
You're an expert at waving perfume over your stink.
….and it's not just me.
There were many others before me.
With similar stories, but we're voiceless.
Because you're a brown-nose supreme.
I was warned about your mischief.
Your sleight-of-hand gift for manipulation.
I didn't listen.
I even took your side at times.
But they were right
You take advantage when it fluffs your ego.
Then sweet-talk your way back into line.
Then rinse and repeat time after time.
FOWL
a feathered flockin farm animal
just a bird
web footed floater who runs
bird
common domestic rooster or hen
maybe a turkey, I should duck
the meat of a domestic used as food
decontaminate, purge,
disinfect, sanitize
brush rinse, scour
corrupt, rot, spoil
clarify, not cleansed much
bemire, besmirch, daub, grime, mire, smirch, smudge,
decontaminate, purge, purify blight
disinfect, sanitize sweep, wash, wipe
brighten pollute, tainty
straighten,tidy
adulterate, doctor
of something harmful or undesirable
contaminate, taint befoul,
grime, mire, smudge, soil,
corrupt, rotten, spoil smear
clarify, clean, cleanse, clear,
All that and all this is contaminate, pollute, boule
FOWL?
2/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
I turn the light off
in the next room.
The dark does not rush me.
It waits
as if it has time.
The law says nothing ends.
It says only:
what moves
keeps moving.
I say this aloud
and hear how easily
the mouth agrees.
If I am part of that motion,
why does the word death
tighten the body
before the thought arrives?
Breath leaves.
Not dramatically.
It leaves the way heat does—
without asking
what will remember it.
I touch my wrist
and feel the small insistence
that pretends to be permanent.
It is not lying.
It is simply not finished.
Somewhere,
a star collapses
into something that refuses
our language.
We call it loss
because we have no word
for continuity
that does not include us.
Bone will loosen.
Names will fail.
What I have guarded as “mine”
will behave
according to rules
I already trust
everywhere else.
This is the part
I did not intend:
that fear is not of ending,
but of redistribution—
of becoming accurate
without being legible.
I rinse my hands.
The water does what it does.
No witness required.
Nothing is taken.
Nothing is kept.
The sum remains.
I am not exempt.
Just because I get excited
when you talk to me
and your smile, tickles my fancy
and because I get obviously intense
when you pay attention
to another flower so charming;
just because my eyes gossip
of my burning heart, when you look good.
And there's no where
to hide my sensual body gestures
when you hold my hands;
just because I wash you
with compliments
and rinse them off with your praises
when you show every little kindness;
just because my heart
stores a sculpture of your charisma
and me in totality, is already devoted to a fraction of you;
just because you've seen
my yearnings so clearly
and the world has seen through me
that I accept to be lured by your unconscious magnet;
does not mean you'll snap your fingers
for my tongue to lick your toes.
nor you'll blink your eye
and I'll appear in attendance to your worship.
Love is a good thing,
the feeling beats every good experience
biting its endocarp, isn't my doing
but as I let my heart speak
it's lips will be controlled
by the stewards of my mind.
Do things right and follow due process.
This I assure; you must do
if you want to enjoy the good tidings of my soul,
cos when setting my description
'cheap' isn't any of its words.
It is natural to feel this way
but total folly to be punished because of it.
Finally finished with forcing the future
Beginning to balance the scales of life
Purposefully pivoting to the present
Ruminate, rinse, repeat was my motto
Causing consternation in all situations
Finally finished with forcing the future
Pondering potential paths pulling me away
Capping my capacity to be in the moment
Purposefully pivoting to the present
Relieved to no longer wrangle what’s next
Calmly swapping control for letting go
Finally finished with forcing the future
Diving deeper into today is the only way
Reassuring to realize I’m on the right track
Purposefully pivoting to the present
The shift has started as the stage is set
Riding the wave of what’s coming my way
Since finally finished with forcing the future
As purposefully pivoting to the present
This seems to be a lifetime journey
I'm sure more than a few can relate
Doing my best in this formidable quest
In search of the perfect toothpaste
From grocery aisles to shopping malls
To mom and pop roadside stands
Standing in line at the 5 and dime
There's no corner that I haven't been
Looking for the flavor to which my teeth savor
From blue to green to red peppermint
I've tried bubblegum and for meat lovers, bacon
Even the new cinnamon no rinse
But it's not only the flavor that's concerning
It also has to do with the foam
While brushing my teeth in the morning
I look like a rabid dog on the roam
So it's back to the store in search of much more
I feel like Frodo Baggins the Hobbit
From top shelf to floor in this my Middle Earth
Until the elusive paste I have got it
Yes, my friend like you I'll keep trying
For the toothpaste that removes any doubt
But until then I'll toss them into the bin
Saved up for the day I caulk my house
In this place where we have made progress,
this civilized world is still a wilderness.
To distinguish between the righteous and the devious,
one needs acute perspicaciousness.
Too often, we see a lack of honesty.
Many individuals resort to trickery.
They take advantage of other’s gullibility.
We can be someone else’s victims easily.
In this life that is God’s given privilege,
our most useful weapon is our gathered knowledge.
A strong adversary is the thing called ignorance.
In the perpetual wash, there is often blood in the rinse.
Allow me the strength to fortify my resistance.
Between good and evil, let me know the difference.
“and wisdom to know the difference”
Robert Pettit for Nette’s Serenity Response contest
If I, ever again, caress my nostalgia to those dense greeneries, to those forests , out there
Breathe air through my lungs, fresh air
Touch every single tree, the spiral plants, a trivial beauty, unnoticed, unknown
I will be my best mannerism there in apology , as I , who destroyed the greeneries, for those,too long, all gone.
For the rattling sounds that shake through the ground, to the unsettling one, I , the hopeless one,
Will plead to the authority, to whom it may concern “ Close the surging one, that rises to the wild,
Open thyself to your soul within, to preserve the forest we endeared, the river that knew us, once for a child.
If I, ever again, caress my nostalgia, to the deepest sea
I will rinse all my fallen leaves, still lingered in me, in nothingless, that could camouflage a sin,one scene true.
A fathomless try, still, too sharp an abstraction to even try to articulate , any further, as all may know
It did take a whole world within, where they sighed and shrugged , for a long pause, an utter nothingness. Too,
Then, in desolation and remnants , we shall stand to rise. “Be thyself, in purity and truth. The sea is in you.”
Through the surging foamy oceanic high, learn to try, to wash away the filth, for an expiation. Salvation.
If I, ever again, caress my nostalgia to the mountains, out there
My absentminded gaze will find at last , the frozen white, a spellbound sparkle, on the mountaintop
The morning sunlight will touch the icy zone, the impeccable beauty of a silence, too piercing a chill, to sustain
I am certain , it will be a mind blowing oblivious nemesis in me, they all knew the dark shades in me
I will find an apologetic alibi , to trace you back , Where I , and the crowd, the uptown talks merge on the verge
And I will petition to understanding ones, to assure to be
An evocative mountain top , still covered in snow, may revere for you,
for an eternity, blooming in the most vibrant fall colors, in becoming so!
(Incomplete)
Photographs are memories of life developed in dark rooms of reflection
Exposure and fixation for a moment and beyond
A couple holding firm their togetherness covered in aquamarine hues
Blue focus a moon the earth horizon and foothold
Some of them require no more than an aperture and infinite moment
Whichever way you turn them they shed intricate light
The centre remains where all angles meet regardless of perspective
Like a Rorschach Test with one half missing
Azure Cyan and Sapphire shades condensed on a palette in motion
A kiss and embrace hanging from film clips waiting to dry
Stop bath fixer and final rinse then reality immortalizes another illusion
Cerulean dreams held by intimate clouds and lips intertwined
A picture in which artist and models change positions and convergence
Glimpse of concern and subtle impermanence
Turquoise surrender and teal skies as comets lie in passionate waiting
Spectre and shadows solemnly overcast and yet translucent
Captured on chromogenic paper and free as the stars nevertheless
A picture holds pure truth while the Universe shifts
26th January 2020