Transient will power to light
Red dot in the sky
No moon, what’s my mood?
No warm breath to chafe
My neck with affections
No hetero-erotic afflictions
No rising
No sinking
No horizon in sub-urban dwelling
What goddess is my love?
Where is the celestial warmth
In the hearth between her breasts
When is the eruption of lava
From her labia?
Rainfall slurps down the roof
I am imagining your proportions
Ratio of torso to torso
The mean of intertwined limbs.
Lamba like bangers
Dregs of the streets
Lowlifes and those next
Weary of the times
Ignoring the high noon
On Ikorodu road, a pothole
Once swallowed a bike whole
The dust is in houses
Loafers lounge on the verandah
Blown by the tyres of bikes
All the way to Ibeshe beachfront &
The statue of breastfeeding mother
At Sabo
Who shall I turn to but you O God
When the weight of debts weigh me down
my body is broken from malnutrition
my soul is crushed in the crucible of poverty
You O God are my barracks
You will hide me in your guardroom
selah
Take away my bread of afflictions
Take away my wine of afflictions
Take away my cigarette of afflictions
You O God are my barracks
You will hide me in your guardroom
What is life but a steady reduction of it’s essence
A flutter
A flicker
A flare
A knock at the door
A roaring at the window
A chat on the street
A twittering of birds
A crackle on tin roofs
A ring of the telephone
Through the medium of a singular noun.
Supple smooth ivory
skin thighs
I go dey your body
O na na
Lithe on bed like the Jaguar
Your eyes brighter than a hundred
Headlights
Kiss me
-commands
tea tree oil sweetness
never ever have I
seen a hotter honey BBW
Dum Dum Dum
Strike the past
With lashes of pasta
Only come home
Tonight
To loving papa
Baby him
Love me as I love you
Satin coconut trees
Trellises around the sun,
Needle drops of rainfall
Whirr for thunder
&
Frictional sparks of lightning.
Whether it is the rhyme
Of the season,
Or the reason
Is disillusion with the times;
The only certainty is Beauty.
It’s midnight,
I have crossed
a train track
Into the new year
At Lafenwa-Abeokuta station
Wandered amongst logs of wood
At Mayaks, The Ogun river was brooding
In the dark, An omnibus took me to Agege station
Tail lights, streetlights, full lights, torch lights of Quick Response Squads guided us
The bush parted around a cigarette light one time
Walked a kilometer and half to Isokoko
Where denizens of the midnight wore torn
Dungarees, greyed locks and designer kicks
Where my angel rescued me in army slacks;
His blind horse “2003 Yamaha XJR1300” chomping at the bit flew true
To Oshodi, where pacers have ghoulish faces, a cab picked me up, the driver’s prosthetic leg was laid across the dashboard
Woe onto the child that made his mother cry
Woe onto the child that ran away even from his suicide
Woe betides the child that disobeys his mother
Walked past a teen thief detained by night guards
Remembering violence, my head hit against the wall horizontally, and against the wall vertically
My mother’s cry of why do you want to be a bum so bad?
My brother’s message of don’t do it
The only bridge I scaled was my lips between beer and styrofoam cups
This is only the debris left after a storm
drink ogogoro for power of lapping waves
Be filled with the Holy Spirit
chant Oṃ Maṇi Padme Hūṃ,
in awe
sideways of the muse’s thigh
for pigeon coo
Of a stream strumming a hill
or
la la la la la la la la furore
make the bottom of that canoe leak a pool of light.
*Waist beads don’t lie
Spider webs
Spread across
My shield
Thunder done
Split oranges
Into halves
On the tree
No scratch
On my metal body
When gutter
Runneth over
With rainwater
I shall not fall
Thy horn shall
Not pierce me
Dozing Bull.
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