The Convict (Lyric)
Carrying the city’s credo cross
Is like basking foes and nemesis
Not exhuming butterfly smiles
Because compliance is love
I killed a man of crime mastery
He was the city’s finest
He made my hands bloody
His ghost became my chapfallen company
I buried the law
That snatches my family line
As the my bore-pain reaches the abyss
In the heart of an enforcer
The Convict (Free Verse)
I heard her voguish voice
At the cave of my ear
Rasping and vociferating at top pitched echoes.
“wake up sir!”
I smelt her tidal air escaping through her warm nostrils
As she pecked me with that hurricane breathe
And the pavilioned door enveloped her…
I woke up again,
Looking lost in life
My eye sockets were heavy as rock
Each blink eclipsing flashes of blurred memories.
Sweating like I had battled a ghost,
The haunted one with grieving injuries
Before exhuming a survival moan
Into the strange air.
The lady pray to the tritheistic being
In strange but courtier tongue
For my revivification,
Her oval face stained with teary droplets
That could drown a mouse in a stoup
Her hands all raised high in supplication
Under the hottish hut that looks like a hospice
And the cloud beamed flashes of curvy lights
Variegating and threatening heaven’s peace with thunderous yell;
While the sky cried to sleep,
But she continued.
I pinned my ears out
To the audacious entreaties of
A young woman who knows not me,
A lady summoning the Supreme from his sacred abode,
For my sake,
Then I must be damned.
Why break a rock over me?
The Thomas in me finally twig
That between us two,
One of us is a friendly stranger.
I still can’t remember her
And she said she housed my son’s heart
Though I recall having a little boy
But a full grown lady?
As the cloud bleaches into another time
I basked away deep into the sky eye
And retired back to bed…