Beneath the skin Beneath the lips of my scrawny skin lies a song from dark pores Beneath bridges alone except calm waters Above bridges with wreaths and tired feet stuttering songs mourn a wrath for salt Beyond my skin is peace and a life after death. Sweat Open your lips to songs of old scraggly … Continue reading Requiem For Death Sweats
Poets are like everybody else Except that they have No body members beneath That pours out honey and nectar. Now say that like the poet you are. Words like… meant to be used Belong not with poets to use. They are dirty slimy words And they are derogatory. Poets are just too decent A breed … Continue reading Underneath a Poet
THE GREAT RAIN With momentum the cloud gathers, In the dark range of a mother on travail, Prepared for a sullen wreck; Lightning, blinding all like a Steven wonder. Sully to the absolute, Floating elements in the waters. Farmers and hunters are hastened, As there is no going back for this rain, Cascading yonder, … Continue reading The Great Rain
MEND The guns merry mend, The gong weary mend, The voices wail mend, The pen sail mend. The guns cry louder than the voices, fun for flesh birds, ready to swoop, While they stand in poise. The wall collapse and mend was the noise. The guns merry mend The … Continue reading Mend
Aneke stood at the door post that leads to the verandah staring at his sister Akunnayia who was seated on her curdling chair, staring intensively at the dark cloud; as if she could read some words from the lid of the cloudy sky. He had been transfixed there for a while, when his wife … Continue reading Chase After Rainbows.