Forget-me-not

I do not know,

I do not know,

While I perch on this branch,

Why do I gaze at the other branch

that protrudes out at the opposite side?

With this big fat vulture on my left,

yawning from time to time,

I am engulfed halfway through

Without ever its knowledge.

I do not know

I do not know

If the other side is bright and blue,

As I always imagined it’d be.

I am too exhausted to build the nest,

to search for the needed twigs.

To behold the invisible colorful metropolitan upper middle class bitch,

Running around the streets all day, barking at every passers-by,

with hardly any sound coming out,

frustrates me more and more.

Oozing out of my mouth,

is the mixture of ingredients,

purging out, pushing its way through.

I want to wake up at that other side

Where I don’t have to worry about the bullets

nor the nights, where I can frantically express myself,

puffing out several smoke rings, with lots of brownies and muffins

and thangjing, and ooti, and chagempomba.