THE STANDBY HOOKER: A POEM
THE STAND-BY HOOKER - A POEM
From the flash-point of my life
The life blisters
Through a fragile palm
The knees 'bended'
A head towering in the skies
I sat in the night's shadows
Comforted by tears
Was it not I?
The monster did created
Of a certain oxen
With a tasty throat
Down each lump she swallows
The sweet milk of life
Through those hot moments
Periods of constant whipping
With the black mace of pleasure
Into the cuddling sweats
A religion of ancient origins
Her royal attire barricaded
By an immense weapon
Chained with the veins of stiffness
Into the opening slippery ear holes
In turns it entered
With shouts she cried
Of a sweetness divine
But she was a golden child
One of the tribe of holiness
Endeared to the almighty
With wishful purpose
To honor thy name
In a flash, she turned
At the door of no attention
She crept to the light of sin
And tasted the fruit of death
Now she is stuck
Eating the stick of every stranger
Remember, she was once a good girl
Poverty did turn her to a monster
Her eyes roam
For her soul is lost
Sold to the sweetness hidden under the trouser...
A piece of creative writing bƔ
Alexander Thandi Ubani
A Poet, writer, Novelist and Thespian.
©®2013
