Friday, October 19, 2007

The world’s a picture

The world’s a picture

of dancing words-

waiting to settle into

fateful image on the page.



Jam



Seated,

broiling-

a traffic jam in Kampala;

sweat,

heat, dust,

a noise cauldron boiling,

the sun brilliant-

grill above.


Light,

searing, a brand-

lance into the eye.

No where to go.

No where to run.

Trapped.




©GayUganda

3 comments:

Blake said...

Ugandan Faggot,
You are not only a lousy writer, but also an extremely uninspiring and deplorable poet. Where in this despicable blog is the famed artistry and talent of queer personalities?

I’m really disappointed. The level of your thought process is not worth my intellectual time in challenging your abhorrent lifestyle.

Pathetic, really just pathetic....

gayuganda said...

Hi Blake,

an angry Kenyan,. Thanks I guess.

Well, I am no Oscar Wilde, nor any of the celebrated Queer personalities. Just a poor, gay Ugandan.

Why do you hate us so much? I mean, you had not come across my hopeless poetry before, so I dont think that is what has attracted you here.

Why do you hate?

Love is such a vastly more valuable asset than hate. You can count it better, dont you think...?

Têtue said...

@Blake,
Considering your own blog is a mere collection of epithets, I wonder what amount of intellectual time you would bring to this blog in the first place.

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