Dreams Poem by Thabani Khumalo

DREAMS
UNTIL YOU WAKE ME UP I’LL BE DREAMING IN MY SLEEP,
IN MY DREAMS I’LL BE KILLING COVETLY; PERVESING.
THERE AFTER, I’LL BE SMASHING ON THEIR LASSES
THOROUGHLY – AND THOROUGHLY, MY ATTITUDE IS ROTTEN.

DREAMS
EVEN NOW AS I BREATH, MY HANDS ARE REALLY SORE
OUT OF TEARING HOMES DOWN AND BREAKING UNIONS.
HOW COULD I USE THE LOOK THAT IS UTTERLY GOD GAVEN
TO GAIN WITH IT PERVESELY, UNLESS I’M DEEP SLEEPING?