That awkward moment when you realise that Sango is an actual she
Hard to imagine a woman spewing fire
Incredible, but true.
Watch that volcano when she does not get her way or command that deserving fear
Catch the staggered eruption when her dependants do not hearken to her instructions fast enough
Or when the non affection becomes unbearable
Rerun that angry storm off
when she has been kept a minute too long
To quell this type of wrath is to play dumb
To call oneself stupid and say sorry
To resort to meaningless patronage
And to defer to the wisdom that exists
Only in the figment of her imagination
To say exactly what it is she wants to hear.
Everything in this world is a game of energy
Whether it’s enthusiasm or jealousy,
Throwing shade or passing subs;
Energy fills the atmosphere
You can tell if one’s spirit bites you
Or if another is trying to control or colonise you.
You can tell. You just can
By their energy, you know them
Even silence is energy
What people are not saying is what they are actually saying.
Energy quite solid, so palpable
Is alive on earth
It’s in the snorts and hmms,
The sighs and cries
Popping from wall to wall
In the joys and smiles as well
The word energy is no longer existential
In fact, there’s nothing more real than it.
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A city where you drink tap water with no worries,
But get infected by the latter phrase.
Of tubes, tunnels and crossword puzzles,
Where underground musicians literally live their name!
Stellar architecture, with more squares than streets, I kid!
Where your eggs and milk get frozen in the fridge,
And you’d say ‘I’m going to Bank’ and are correct.
I hear the train stop at ‘Warwick Avenue’ and I remember Duffy
‘Tottenham Court Road’ reads ‘Welcome Home!’…oh what a joy.
‘Shepherd’s Bush’…the tale of a cold, sly hairdresser
‘London Bridge’ a taste of Legal London,
rendering me incredulous to every woe I ever faced!
But ‘Holborn’ my favourite, is where I rub minds with professors
And sharpen my intellectual curiousity.
Tis all that and more,
I remember when yellow was my favourite colour