UNSAID FEELINGS First, I gasped for those lips, like the warm air I needed. Then I set my eyes at the back of these house, on the hills, stacked like mother’s yam tubers. then, I was salivating, losing myself at the front where the two oranges hung freely. Then everything was gone because I was a boy with no mouth. Later, I stood in front of father’s house and sewed […]
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Empty heads opportunistic Doctors of philosophy Bent to ruin a system Taking quid as sorting behind And damsels naked in tears To tolerate scholars passed The whirling wind pushed The genius cried aloud Knowledge was abused Opportunistic pedagogue Fight, hate and feign Here I launch you -your nicknames Among myriad appellations The chamois and doom masters Tattered sires of adultery Adenbolistic, Akanistic and Dogmere Adenbolistic held the rod in tight […]
Don’t tell her you love her because your lips are sewed with too few days and greased with oblivion. Don’t sing her a love song because your voice was borrowed from the wind and is wandering in a faceless storm. Don’t give her the dark chocolate as love’s emissary because your heart is made of feathers and guarded with baskets. Oh gentle sojourner from the mountain towns! Love is the […]
First; He chases shadows of coins and delicate things budding from Sheba’s queen dancing in the wind, bearing no compass. Second; He wears away from his vessel like woeful steam rejecting a black kettle. Third; He becomes hyacinth roaming Forcados; homeless, while his vessel wears away and finds a space among clays. Fourth; He becomes a memory. This is how a man dies.
Keen and preen for servitude A clarion call to this latitude Our joy, judged with bitterness Travelers trail across the wilderness Amid the amity with camp men And the quiet query from cankered men Our busy bidding service worth quid pro quo Quirky quid allowee status quo Stack of stock calling in prices high Then we squeeze and squirm, yawn and sigh Money became monkey making her journey And the […]
The grays have turned dust and the heads mere skulls. The solitary brown tooth is now a memory and the mouth now made of milk. The boulevards now echo with a cacophony of empty sounds and the reproves of fallen trees now trodden by the branches that sway in the wind. I heard they once lived; bones that tell the color of life in their mouth. I heard they have […]
There was a little flower in my head, with the color of the sun and bosoms resting on the stem like a full moon. This flower was once in my eye. In the day, it will tickle my cheeks and stain my lips with laughter. In the night, it will summon my own soldiers so that I rolled like soft stones caught up in an avalanche. I walked up the […]