A spherical life,
Revolving on its axis.
Another ream,
In this moronal realm.
Life imbecilically,
Void of substance.
Just clouds of embicilical joys.

A circle of hate and loathe,
Ornamented in smiles.
Yet drenched in hurt.
Uttering love chronicles,
Seeded in revile.
Ambitions of doom,
Yet hope of gloom,
A sticky affair,
How then do we fare?
Revile for the bull,
Loathe for the queen elf,
What shall be of be of the calf?

The presence of angels,
The company of demons.
White eyes,
Yet tomatoes of cherry.
All in a nick.
Moments of joy and bliss.
All soar past in despair.
Reviving the echoes of age.
Kwirikwiri, they slur.
Comensurating? Dubious!
Burns the bosoms’ core.
Who to blame?
Me, you, them?
What a black shame…
By
Englebert T B Chikodza.








© ENGLEBERT BRUCE