The lines blurred over teary eyes
As yesterday's sentences crawled through the crenels of a hypnic-jerk mind
Afraid to think of things the world taboos
Yet bold to defend it resolutely in conversation with itself
As I looked down from the roof of the earth
I recreated your little cheeks swelling with laughter... the twilight twinkles in those tiny eyes...
We may have endlessly, hopelessly fallen into this thing which has for years written itself into society's hypocritical epithet
And we may have to ball it up and dump it in their dump-truck...
Or timidly follow their path and forever hide this primal base from their accusatory eyes, away from:
Them who hide their dangling scrotums in hideous togases to deceive naive maidens
Them who walk the shore to rebuke the footprints of yesterday's memories
Them who cast stones from behind books and creeds...
But tell me, how does one bury a sailing cork?
Why should one pluck a smile from 35,000ft and smash it aground?
Is it love if it must be expressed within the dark crevices of the moon?
December 10, 2017
On Air Côte d'Ivoire en route to Dakar, Sénégal.