Thursday, 6 February 2020

Broken glass

A broken glass, full of shame.
A happy people, messed and gay.

A new month of tortured bills.
A tight space, confined on barrels.

A comfort drink,
black and soft.

He knew he was broke
when she asked for time,

Thought she was thirsty
and needed to be fed.

The ego of a man is a problem all the same
To whining accomplices,
at 1824.

* * *

Nairobi, 1824
Jan 2020

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