STREET LOVERS

Look at them who disturb our sights

and insult my Chastity,

That man in singlet and knickers

and the lady in pant and bra

as they hang on each other kissing

along our street.

Their houses are housed few houses

away from each other yet,

they can't stop roaming our street

Like newly wedded couples on their honeymoon.

Their future is futile,

standing dry having had its fruits

Plucked and fed to the dogs

and they who own it forget it exist,

they leave him to die in misery.

They slouch slowly on our street

and their lives run so fast to meet them

but the faster they run towards them,

the farther the distance between them.

They lost their heads in what

They call love.

They are too encapsulated in the

Present to remember the future.

They hang hands around each other

like clothes hung on lifeless ropes,

they whisper and smile,

mocking their own lives as they

run so fast to catch up with them.

At nights when the moon couldn't

See the truth,

They gum to each other

behind houses, stagnant wheels, closed doors,

behind the lights in order to keep warm.

They give no attention to the passersby,

they mourn and make us jealous

but we know they will soon

Search for the life that they mock

after they must have

Killed many lives that caught up

With them while they

Gummed to each other at nights

when eyes are closed

and at noon when all hands works.