Friday, August 28, 2015

Poem: My Daily Thoughts

Her eyes stare back
Flies and thanaka paste
Young then old
Laughing and smiling
Knows nothing better

6 sitting on plastic chairs
Whitened drugged faces
Waiting for customers
$2 a fuck
That's all they're worth

He smiles
Reaches out with helping hand,
Gone now, why?
Is it real?
Did it happen?
Together never again
Scared and lost
He, we, needed more