Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A prayer for the individual in us

I felt the same weariness
Of talking to a thousand
While talking to the one
Because talking to the thousand
Was like talking to one
All mundane and flat
All with the same life tone
Like Jaguar's seventeen similar songs

And I fell flat on my face
For it was worse than death
The subjection to
Another day, another death
On the sword of generic gild

© Bonyo Buogha 2013

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

On Blind Sheep

Preaching water
drinking wine
Stinking rich
your flock no dime

You own the sheep
and lead by stick
They bleat as they follow
you to the burning pit

© Bonyo Buogha 2013