Sunday, 26 April 2015

CLUBS....A DATE WITH HISTORY

A voice stays caged in my soul

Moments served In a hole

Alcohols and wild dances and the show

Those moments still rove

Blind youth in me cry wild

The beats spoke home

Where youth dined smoke

Young women swayed bones



Still wild but old with sticks

He nods and tap away from graceful streak

How youth soon flee it's peak

Lost in memories he paused

Betty blue the gal with the horse

Danced and immersed in brine of booze

How weak she lay



When youth flees another voice speak hoarse

In somber woods deep in the heart

Wild animals speak through calm minds

And all caged in youth

Spent on party and drugs

Regrets eats walking sticks

Reason prevails the weak

Who with sober eyes

Recalls the lengthy youth

Wriggled in beats

Dissolved in the violent fumes

The stank odours from putrid pores

The drips of sweat from veteran whores

Repentant frogs

Experimental hogs

All that remains is the youth

Soaked in a caged voice in the old



The regrets and self amuse afternoon

Rocking chairs

And the matric fumes reminds

It surely reminds

The youth

And how we spent it




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