prisms 

thuh man sitting somewhere
there in a room full of broken rhymes
his eyes blaring slowly staining red
echoes leaning ‘gainst duh side of his vision
a moment shifting lone through his head

random tracks of sleepwalkers colliding
laying here on melting snow
brown coloring the moment of each sound
laughter ‘cross the beggar’s pain

circles moving
close kin to one another
longing ‘cross a distance
honed close to ah edge

smooth muscles poised
becoming smooth curves soft
silently waiting in silk
paternal urges here slowly led away
blending in a round bubbular world

fear surrounding and pulling
moulding mystical suasions
doled out at vicarious occasions
in stone blurred forms
colored live ‘cause of flesh

Copyright © 1978 Asili Ya Nadhiri