.....MATHOGOVOTHANIO

I am an assembling cloud of emotion, thunder, riddles, and cranes. I ride amongst the wampas and wildabeasts that long for a never ending story of how the mighty Cage triumphed over the nefarious Crowe of Avalon whom bestowed upon the grounded soil nothing but banally toasted flies that wrapped themselves in the sweet, tender uteri of wild Goldblums.- Saleem Bodden. I am a copy cat.

Cage and Crowe were once giants and lived in the tall trees of Congo forest. Then there was no day or night. Mighty Cage bore the sky and the Crowe bore gravity. Cage bore a male, Crowe an hermaphrodite. Cage sang in the air and Crowe caused vacuum. During a sexual drought, when Cage’s wild son couldn’t masturbate in the rough howling wind, he proposed a moment marriage to Crowe’s child. Gods love sex with humans. When Crowe wanted a kiss, the Cage got sick.

The vapour that shines from screeching breaks, freezing night grass and scorching wall papers are the yeast to hay of my emotion feeding. It rings in the highway of my thoughts causing goose bumps that overturn the flying motor home to a godless heaven. Keeping a chameleon eye to the vulture that killed an elephant living in the bedroom of inherited pithecus.

Who swallows? It takes amplitude thrust to swim on the clouds with chicken feathers sculpted in the fiber muscles. Who quacks? The ancestors of the wind. Who grinds? The mountains and their valley enemies. Which knows? The misdoings of a dog on a human apple.

Creaks crooks cracks…Mighty Cage moves…creaks crooks cracks…More hurry folk…creaks crooks cracks *3. Whoever hops over the branches of political diatribes clutching the machete of peace to send African mortals to war will be rewarded by the Cage. His ego will be moulded to beautiful skirmish and groins increased in shape. Their curves will be ruled and a clump line deposited for a perfect radius. Satan in his absencia will empty the lubricants in his slow jump ups. Love and hatred behind and front will not be banked. Rape!

I am the words that are replaced in a talk, sentenses of the dreams, question tags, commas and full stops in an oral poem. I am the boom sound of a lizard tail skin drum. I live in the marrows of dinosaurs' teeth. I invented Nietzsche and drove the pangs in the hands on the cross. I keep people busy and idle. 

The present past in its glory closes its eyes to the handsome cry of a voyeur sibling. The old woman ready to kiss the heavens a welcome gives rewards to her children living in the ovum. A razor digs in the fiber to expose a growing millipede. Traditionally, when an ovum refuses to move past the tube, the rest curse it. It grows to a millipede. A centipede for the next and a python for the next next. The gods loves sex and nefarious Crowe couldn’t want her beau fertilized by the crooked crane of mighty Cage’s son wretched in addiction.

African Greeks in one of the riddles hide the famous novel that brings the earth into being. The earth gets born daily. The thunder screamed, lightning bellowed and rain had butterflies in its water stomach. Whoever saw the leafy scroll his hair dried up and fell into the sea below. If you are lucky, having an increased libation roll, the hair float in mid air to be restored on the body- pubic hair at the chin, chin hair at the elbow.

Amadioha, the great African god advised Chinua Achebe to instigate the issue. He wrote a mock Bible- Things Fall Apart. Okonkwo the Messiah fought the Crowe on top of Mount Everest in the company of Zulu the first. The drums cracked and flutes crashed. They could no longer sound.

This is why the caves have roofs, rivers meander, day and night fall, blacks evolved to whites and trees grow facing upwards but their fruits fall to the ground.

                                      Does this even reflect the genious of Saleem?