Dambudzo Marechera - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dambudzo_Marechera

  The lives of small men are like spiders' webs;
  they are studded with minute skeletons of greatness.
  Excerpt from House of Hunger

THE BAR-STOOL EDIBLE WORM

  I’m against everything
  Against war and those against
  War. Against whatever diminishes
  Th’ individual’s blind impulse.

  Shake the peaches down from 
  The summer poem, Rake in ripe
  Luminosity; dust; taste. Lunchtime
  News – pass the Castor Oil, Alice.

THERE’S A DISSIDENT IN THE ELECTION SOUP!

  I have no ear for slogans
  You may as well shut up your arse
  I run when it’s I LOVE YOU time
  Don’t say it I’ll stick around
  I run when it’s A LUTA time
  I run when it’s FORWARD time
  Don’t say it we’ll fuck the whole night
  The moon won’t come down
  At first awkwardly, excruciatingly embarrassing
  But with Venus ascending, a shout and leap of joy

  When the sheets are at last silent
  Don’t ask “What are you thinking?”
  Don’t ask “Was it good?”
  Don’t feel bad because I’m smoking
  They ask and feel bad who are insecure
  Who say after the act “Tell me a story”
  And you may as well know
  Don’t talk of “MARRIAGE” if this reconciliation
  is to last.

SHOCK: FOR BETTINA

  Like meteorites, through my long
  Isolated heart-atmosphere, you
  Burst incandescent over my platinum history.
  My future in earthquake reeled; my present only on 
  Seismograph could point to the cataclysm – no
  Evidence of you attached to my stone and flesh,
  Only nightmarish passions which I can still hear
  When you shake your head. Shake it vigorously.
  Nuclear tests of underground love!