Submissions by IMAGO (Viwe Lugongolo)

It rained on my birthday,
Showers of gifts
I felt gray,
All the thrift-stores were closed


It was a Sabbath,
My greeting card was set aflame
I made my wish,
The sky was all the cake I ate


The Southern Crux,
Was a cluster of candles
25 years of torture,
Atleast,today there were no paperplate cuts


It rained on my birthday,
The sky was baked

I hope
your full metal jacket
keeps you
safe and warm


Shoot to conceive
Dying to grieve


Don't say soft-core
when every word
is armour-piercing


Your lips
have a high
muzzle-velocity


Don't say soft-tipped
when your tongue
is filled with fired cartridges


Bang!
I am out cold


Bang!
You are
a trigger-happy fool

songs that help me
think of you
help me write
things i had not
the will to do


lines i hear
help me express
things i wish not
to attest


afflicted in excess
admitting to my duress
is what i never digress


poems
that help me forget
help me
read your lips
i struggle
with words
as the preface
of your muzzle
pates my fingertips


reading your mind's
adaptations
helps me deal
with abnegation
affection is taxation
my thoughts made
the last transaction...

Twas another reclusive weekend,
I was rendered fecund

I saw a lass at the agora,
In a fedora
Besieged by her aura,
Yet I still wanted to skin her alive like an angora

What a palatable wench,
My breath had a sanguinary stench
I took a sip from a chalice,
And showed her my phallus

In my petulance,
Semi-cooked sloths seem esculent
When I'm famished,
I totter

I watched you lament,
Your daughter,
Then jeered her memory,
Because I was not sorry,
For adding her mammaries,
To my pot-pourri
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