PALPITATIONS
I
That moment
When you are driven
through an unfamiliar road
as narrow as the road
to a virgins heaven
with high greens
before, beside and behind you
- as thick as a never-shaved
black adult's mons pubis.
Your heart leaps up your throat
every time the vehicle
Leaps up a high on the road
and your lips jam each other
Repeatedly in an awkward fashion
As they move to mutter a mantra
And your lips slap each other
In no particular sequence
As they recite Psalm 91.
II
That moment
When you march like a lone soldier
In unfamiliar enemy territory
Towards your crush of eons
With the silent cheer
Of boys your age
Most of whom
Never gathered the guts
To ask a girl on a date.
The words you earlier mastered
Take to their heels in turn
As you get closer
And your lips rub gently
Trying hard to hide themselves
As they move to mutter a mantra
And your lips press against each other
Hoping not to be seen by her
As they recall the songs of Solomon.
III
That moment
When you scamper to the notice board
Like a church mouse
Headed for communion crumbs
Two weeks after you wrote
Your fate into the hands of Prof X
Who was the same examiner
By whose sword you were slain
- Had he been more generous
You needn't have repeated the exam.
You entertain the worst thoughts
Another failure is synonymous
With getting kicked out of college
But still your lips run rash
At the speed of the produced sounds
As they move to mutter a mantra
But still your lips halt not
Yet the result wouldn't alter
As they repeat Jeremiah 29 : 11.
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