Sinister Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Traveling down a dirty route, I skip across a scummy rud of crawling crabs (which since birth have trod askew) . I'm fighting demons given me that cause a nausea of the stomach but despite it all, I should learn to be kind to myself. So I lie under the delirious spell of a woman's quaint caress: a woman beautiful and kisses as soft as boners are hard.

We are into each other and my privies are within the aperture that flues into her inner soul. A wise person had learned about ways to locate the means to acquire insouciance; kisses were queer but they were simply the best way. What a curious way to want to learn about the depths of life! How so little I'd known about coming into being because I'd learned too much about sex being the anchor of all sinful ways. At last I revolt against the almighty and I follow the satisfaction of my lustful heart. The gods may be holy in whatever way, but I'm inherently a perverted man.