Yet again such troubles
Speaketh as words
The surges of evening
Make darkest the day
As if expectance is deserved
_______________________________
If you can withstand my
Ooh auh wollies
And my auh we oohs
Then I can deal with your
Auh she mollies til we
Say I do
Got auh nutta one
Tryna get tween
She and me
Baby keep me near
Got auh nutta one
The buck stops right here
She's my lady
Someone I love sincre
If the nights are for sleeping
I will say I do
Conflicting resolutions
Solved tween me and you
She likes meddling
She likes getting in
Others affair
She tells a story
I feel like I'm right there
If it's about us together
Then I am all in
Marrying a special woman
One I call my best friend
Got your gossiping
Right here in my hand
All ways got some thing
Only you know
My wife is my friend
Stop underming me
My gal is right here
Those you better hands
And snears and sleases
It all stops right here
at some point in my life molly was my best and only friend.
molly showed me my life didn’t have to end.
molly gave me confidence, i didn’t know i had in me.
molly filled me with excitement and glee.
whenever molly left i felt a deep uncomfortable empty sorrow.
so deep it felt impossible to burrow.
molly wiped my tears when i wanted to cry.
molly made me see i didn’t need to die.
although i thought molly was my saviour.
i didn’t realise how much she affected my behaviour.
molly would travel through my mouth to my mind.
molly made my true self hard to find.
molly had ruined my life in may,
mollies true name was MDMA.
We have lost our sense of humor.
We chase the alligator
down Front Street,
past Mollies Convenience Store
and the County Clerk- Recorder Office.
He’s taken us under
a red sky grand,
hardly noticed.
Were it not for the children
riding on his back,
we would let him go.
They sit on him,
smooth as a new wallet,
shoes, purse.
Where in our imagination,
we ask ourselves,
have we seen this kind of thing before?
Yes, where?
Following the tip of his tail
as he heads for the culvert
we move as one,
an army
uncertain of its purpose.
Late hours of evening, back to home alone
Lizards preying on insect, cockroach flying happily
No old nets of derelict spiders in dark blue airs
Archipelago scenery grinning on my coming back
(Neon Tetra, Guppies, Oscar, Mollies, Zebra Danios…etc)
Aquarium fishes configuring themselves as pike’s teeth
Ideal lazy books on shelf peeping me all behind black regime door
On the kingdom of plain dust your footprints calling me
I'll find you before my ever sleeping on the blue valley of death
As angelic child your sleeping enjoy the nimbus in overshadow nights
All delightful rest will be with your tears on golden eyes of sun
Tissue of heart will wipe your all pain by sparkling hand of moon
Your stainless eyes will lay down with dream touching
Piece of death history will not come to you as the festival cake
Although Death enjoys pains and Night is it bosom collaborator in elegy
Yet, my love roses are your undying friend from my endless walking path
Late or soon
I’m your boon
Everywhere together, not alone
Even if, bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon!
-November 20, 2018 Chattogram
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