God spat in the clay
And it looks I also
am on a drought binge
and must spit
in the sand of god
to make him
hold together
and not because
he spat at me first.
It’s because splutter
should’ve been
created first.
Instead we wallow
in the moist of woman
and no matter
what we do
we crumble inside her.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Dec©2009
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hah. very clever and a great write! u r gifted with words. keep it up! -killy