RITA PAL


PRISONER

Four walls stare
Like snarling blooded wolves
On midsummer’s nights
Who long to taste
The freedom from sins
That lurk in human woods.
The word “escape” engulfs the mind
 In sickness of claustrophobia
Penetrating in the depths
Of imagined  contorted faces
Sniggering like school girls.
The imprison thoughts
To be caught by the seething devil
To catch ,disease and kill
Wallowed in strangled suffocation
 In the human box,
Like the cobra’s victim
Deathed coloured blue
To blackshot sleep


Gypsy Drums talking rhythms Sway to the tones Of pelvic movements Kings of the rumba Samba in sweet saxophoned Toe tapping orchestra’s Crescendo in minuets Sex starved instuments Infatuated zodiacs Swim in souled created notes Distant trumpet hit Nights of innnocence Control released Tenors talk to flutes Trailed by sequenced Bongos to tango Latino fevers high pitched Staccatto in limbo For the mambo kings Three four four four Speeds faster than playboy’s Seduction techniques!
CONQUISTADOR The god amongst men Strides when all is silent. Brain sharpened focus, Thoughts critical controlled. Suited darkened sophistication Power grasps fire, Articulated accuracy To comet in speeds Of Zodiac’s nature. Destiny fated success Fabled reputed intelligence. The leader who conquers, To breed dedication To dance in brilliance To create, mediate, formulate Equations of the Arabian caves. The crusades of knights. For mainframe enterprises Fortune follows the lionhearted, The fearless, the undaunted Possessed with the valliance of kings.


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