vendredi 16 juillet 2010

THE STRANDED BOUQUETS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I have withdrawn the bouquets
All of them
They’re all here with me
Not a single one is left
Believe me
When she comes back
She’ll see an empty space
Reminiscent of Godot`s long wait.

I’m not a middle road man
That’s why bouquets mean the world to me
The road carcasses are twitching
Yet not one fly has left them
Even they are thirsty for bouquets
So when the time comes spaces or no spaces
All the front-runners will fail to run.


Copyright 2010

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