I pick up speed and dissipate
Heat that swelters rivulets in arm pits.
Newspapers acquire life when I spin
A dervish in ecstasy, what is settled rustles,
Hair oiled loosens, aromas spread, stenches disperse.
I am an occupation when television blurs
You watch me flat on your back before your mind detours
Again for immersions and diversions, tut, tut, voyeur that I am.
and when a boy ties a rope and breaks his neck
i am an accomplice- cliff, roof top, lover’s point
a bridge with no other side.