I knew a place
once
many called it comfort,
common place, complacence
while others wedge jittery in its
sense
less
no
less
stuck
in the carefulness of minority being.
It was a place
full of swimmers in el mar, a material morass,
drowning even,
but thinking themselves
afloat
right on top
high up, ah, in Jerusalem
when
Lord knows what is going
on
&
on
&
on
&
on
w/ a multitude of lives on the fringe
of conspicuous, consumptive,
opulence
gone awry
morals moribund, plus
too many
leading complicated lives
from simple mindsets,
where a 50-year-old
cougar,
triple motha
lands
on a young woman’s marital mattress
under the guise
of sisterhood—
I kid you not!
For he, after all, is
merely flesh &
hotblooded
husband
(more virile than the grandpas
molesting petite and pretty princesses)
pseudo brotha
macho man at 30
w/ a very basic
Oedipus
complex corrupting
simple minds
set
in complicated lives leading
to the edge
of some modern madness,
civilization complete,
replete
beyond a ripping
apart of bodies, minds and souls
slipping
under fascination & fornication
w/ de εn fata, not even aboa,
so how then
nnipa?
Or don’t you follow where I’m going in
this utter tale
of contemporary
woe, is this what is to
become
of us in this place
that we knew
once.
Glossary
aboa (Twi) animal, beast
el mar (Spanish) the sea
de εn fata (Twi) what isn’t suitable; what isn’t fitting
nnipa (Twi) human beings
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