I have to bridge the gap between
My rumoured health and tumoured strokes
To share with all the beauty of
The mojo in these chemo jokes.
I have to bridge the gap between
My daily needs and nightly knacks,
To stand the tailing heat behind
The comet in my income tax.
I have to bridge the gap between
The “Aah!” of myth and “Ain?” of facts
To wrap some meaning all around
The text inside my best extracts.
I have to bridge the gap between
My ripened being and peeling breath
To go with sweet aromas of
The God inside my mango death.