Here’s a little poem wot I wrote couple of yonks back and has been published around the place. Enjoy! Explosion of Colour. (Sunil Glen, November 2009)
Explosion of Colour, muthas babies poppin’ out like yesterday’s papers
streamed in some aqueous solution while the husband vapours
and the chameleon crawls down the proverbial london bus as an
adverbial accidentally pops their head into the dressing room of man.
Explosion of colour, as the muller yogurt enters my eye as gravity finds
depravity and prevails until a bloodshot cot of gunky junk, it is no joke
the bloke above laughs as a giraffe might on any given night or day, I pray
that he’d close his cake hole as his role as a peasant has been quite unpleasant.
Explosion of cullah, as Abdullah the mullah bows down in his gown with a frown,
doubting yet shouting, is his hope on an outing? Its such a shame that a lie
has made the triune in the sky something He’s not so many will die having not known Him.
Expulsion of emulsion, the convulsion awakes the tiger inside, jaws open wide
yawning with no warning that the fiery fur will jump and deter the rest of the pack
from a crack at the wildebeest, at least he’s got food for today
but his prey are running thin and his din may have to be you or me, we’ll see.
Explosion of colour, the medulla of my brain goes insane at the thought I ought not think
as much as I do, its hue turns from crimson to blue, as I grow old and cold
A mould develops in the envelope I meant to send at the weekend but I forgot.
Explosion of colour, as the greying corpse pulled on cart by horse travels without knowing
there’ll be relatives throwing the soil on top, the cop had a cardiac arrest, his chest may have gone
but his soul lives on in the hope of his saviour, his misbehaviour forgiven by the giver of life.
His wife was content and confident (from her face) that her husband was sent to the heavenly place.
