You clapped the loudest in that poetry reading
People throw weird looks at you every time I am on that stage
Yet all you notice is my brilliance, or lack thereof,
Your belief is steady, strong
And when the two us are reduced to a mere bubble
In a city where lights become a boon for thieves and whores
You look into my eyes and say ‘let’s have pizza,
Junky though, but mursik will cleanse us,
And we’ll live straight to the edge of life,’
That’s how we plan – to accept life with the calmness of a dog
Munching that Italian culinary invention,
We get brilliant ideas such as: isn’t good to grab a whiskey?
And we grab a whiskey and board that noisy manyanga to my ‘sheet hole’
Intoxicated by love, we look drunken in love
I am even amazed by how my ‘introvertness’ wears out
Suddenly I am superman feeling like I can’t pay the fare, and they will do nothing
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