Darkography
I walked into a forest
Of
many colours
And
I found myself in Satan’s world
And
I saw a voodoo priestess
playing hopscotch
between
the yard of a charcoal seller
And
an avocado tree
Under
silver moon,
and
in a trance,
she
played monopoly
with
a variety of flying camels
Just
a mile ahead
there
stood a temple
watched-over
by a crawling soul,
to
whom many swore eternal affection
Through
tempest and whirlwinds
I
tasted bile and granite
I
sighed
I
went on
Beyond
the temple
a
crook of ravens
who
seem to suffer from bulimia nervosa
were
hovering
and
preying on
what
looks like a goldfish
While
on the carcass,
they
looked very much paranoid –
They
watched their backs in mistrust,
as
if I was a scarecrow
But
I turned eastward
And
an unknown spirit met me where I paused
He
shook my hand
We
communed in arithmetic
He
gave me what belongs to Caesar
