Standing in the full glare
Of day’s burning orb,
Espied salvation
Moving relentlessly along;
Efficiently, it seemed,
Until it rolls to a stop
Before my weary feet.
I jump quickly,
Into cracked, creaking leather
Nestling between ample feminine flesh and thin air.
We move sedately
Along white paint on black tar,
Rumbling snuffles lulling me to peaceful slumber;
My head lolling gently against gray amidst tufts of yellow.
Until insanity arrives,
Wearing a chieftain’s cap
To sweep us almost on the nose
Of a blazing metal giant;
Escaping with nary an inch to spare.
WHAT?!
“Think you blessed with
Harley’s lines and sleek design?
That you try to dance to music
Carried on wind chimes?”
I hear naught but the roar of my poor heart
Thundering loudly in agreement.
I watch warily through mud encrusted glass,
Holding onto railing;
Like the breast in a baby’s fist.
Lest I am thrown out
Out of the beast’s belly;
Like mere ruminal regurgitate.
Engine barks harshly,
Wrestling valiantly with the street’s steep incline,
Prickles of sweat dot my cold back;
My feet morph into pillars of support,
As we come to a shuddering halt;
Flinging me most unceremoniously
Into strong, gilded arms.
I step out shakily,
Gratefully,
Limbs trembling tellingly,
The picture: a thousand words and more!
To this day,
The very sight of the yellow, amber-eyed beast
And the sound of its tinny, coughing growl;
Paralyzes my limbs
And lets loose my insides,
Releasing fiery fluid trails
Seeping slowly,
Slowly into earth’s yielding mouth.


Confusing.
And doesnt relate to the contest.
Hmmm Very hard to understand or relate to.
I understand that this piece has something to do with KEKE Marwa- which has become part of some people’s everyday- but it also seemed like you strove to conceal your message instead of expressing it. Good effort.