JANUARY CARNIVALS: DAY 3: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, IN THE BLACK-EYED PASSION

In the black-eyed passion

Of the serrated hours of dark

Spurned by the blue moon

Kicked by the twilight,

Too perverted to sense

Too worn out to slumber

Too far gone into the depth

To amend and repair myself;

In the dead nothingness,

So cleverly betrayed

I make abortive excuses

railing against this life,

In the razor sharp dark

stranded, wrecked, lying

On my sweat-soaked bed

I watch my one last hope

skid out of my own sight.