A Town called Buendia (pour Marquez) Buendia was where my bald woman took me to see fire there being none in my town We all ate grass Fine grass it was When she showed me the chunks of fire my mouth fell open in awe because, as she leaned forward I saw two little wings of fire sprout mysteriously on her nipples both breasts either side while I grew cloven feet of fire and the guitar the muezzin crier was playng burst out in flames I had to kiss her as the sun caught fire Our lips were on fire and unmentionable but true our clothes were peeling off in strips of molten lava revealing more than nature intended us to While we were going back her breasts took off and watching anxiously we waited till tired the little wings of fire, four brought them back to her and doused themselves were never seen again Por favor let me tell you in your ear a secret I knew then itself that Marquez was dead. (c) Koshy A.V.2014
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 12:11:18 +0000
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