Bless the singing infant in wilderness

An alien with a big mouth sermons–
They make weeping mothers, children
who plead adoption with bickering disbelief
after eating their fill from mother’s pot
They say finding better in her walls is as breathing
under water. Hospital wards are fraught
with ant colonies & surviving is an active meteorite
But, what do these children do?
They live in a place where perception is king
Grown-up kids hoarding memes like food
Spineless addicts who chug and chug and
never use cheap purell on sordid days
They want change handed to them in coins–
silver coins on a silver platter

An infant in the wilderness sings–
Mother mother where art thou?
The mortar on my future withers
Sprinkle water sprinkle milk sprinkle hope

In a concealed room a ruler with eyes-closed
amnesia rapes a weaning mother with zest and signs
off spoils to the alien who speaks of children
as idle worshippers waiting for mother’s milk
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Mascara

I.
She watched her father stare
At her mother with ravenous intent

Like how the stories say prince
Charming longed for cinderella’s feet

Last eve she heard her aunty’s
Wild thunderous laugh after her

Mother spit out,
“i have him wrapped around my finger”

And every girl wants to marry her
Father; so she wears her mother’s body

And sprays her aunty’s “don’t let the boys
In” perfume and gallops into the past

Her mother once said, her father had a
Lollipop in his mouth when their stars crossed

And so the first sweet talker she
Meets with her father’s jawline

She gleefully opens her legs
To wrap him with it

II.
Behind her mother’s mascara lies
A fledgling that could be your daughter

Sixteen but her plump lips and the weight
Of her thighs say otherwise

You take her to a restaurant and feed
Her full with chocolates till she

Begs you to make her a woman
And then later begs you for more

You lie you haven’t worshipped in a place
That poured unending glory, so you hump

And hump with her mascara off
You hump and knack in different times

To your belly’s bloat until one sun-soaked
Afternoon when you move like a thief

In the night, you hail another thief
That is your own daughter leaving

The gates clothed in her mother’s mascara
With plump lips and her thighs forbidden brown

You pray and pray and pray but your
Heart and mind already have the answer

That the wheel wheels justly
And your daughter also begs
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Last night at Jamestown coffee

I saw a diamond
a black diamond dressed in white
Lusts, my eyes watered
Steals i took, my hands unattached
She was a mined diamond
Another jewel unearthed by a foreigner
Yet my canvas was painted in dreams
The smiles she took
The waves her waist produced as the DJ mixed
Even when her nose breathed smoke, i painted
A finished artwork my dreams resolved in
A gradient of colors
Red and white__ what would it feel like
Black and brown__ if she was my diamond?

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Poems © I Echo
Image: mohamed_hassan Pixabay (remixed)