Adam’s Apple
Adam’s Apple
Was taken from him
By Laptop dancers
On the corner of Loop and Whale Streets
He was alone
Like unpoached Abalone
A whisper in his headphone
He turned too late
To see the lights turn green
When blonde Amber
Produced a knife
And cut his cord clean
Ripping connection
Between pod and brain
Hemorrhaging tunes
Her friend , Red,
Turned him off,
Like ESKOM,
Turned him on
To silence
And violence
Simultaneously
Adam’s apple was sold to
Me as they kicked him in the shins
To the music of the shins
For my sins
August 16th, 2009 at 10:22 pm
kissing the lipless, who bleed all the sweetness away…