Sunday

i feel the weight of africa
its subtle and desperate forms
the stench and warp of dischordant histories
lingering in long since cedeed halls

Monday

as landlord of my heart,
i was wary
of the way you tried to negotiate
the cost of living here.
the patched up walls,crumbling plaster-
evidence of the last few careless tenants.
and it occurs to me-
that you never gave me a security deposit
and i'll probably be surveying the damage
long after you leave town.