A Lagos Afternoon

roast  plantains

Smell round the bend

Red dust is an ingredient

 for mud

And me

Sweat glistened  arms

Bouncing upon a potholed road

Of screaming conductors

Voicing through the overcrowd

We hasten  always

But  to where?

2019

always enough

O old Heartbreak

Back to the crash site I visit thee

For you called out to my soul

And through the memories in a wreath

One last lesson

To access at the right time

That I was always enough

No matter how many voices cursed

I was always enough



2019

Get Thee Behind Me

I know you so, 

The darkness  in my poem So

and unwashed kitchen sinks

To torment me

Borrowed my voice like the devil

yet convince me

He wasn’t there.

But I got your label now

Your signature reeks

I got a heat seeker on your ass.

2019

Rebirth

we  of one body

 according to the summons

Reached a New Era

And in violence

 Gaia  shakes  her stagnant pools  

stirring our frequencies within

while some still asleep

and  form  at once

Two worlds on one planet

2019

To the Light

To the attachments that hide in my stomach

But we  are diving  are we not

Hurt us do we not bleed

For your fears, you fed upon my vitals

When but the light shines within you

A  piece of the creator

That’s  within us all

And for its sake that I ask

That you vacate

And go to your peace

2019

The red brick wall

Beneath the sky grey

The gently moving  shadow

over  a  red brick wall

dare we climb,  xray  or run

lest by the knee we fall

 into  that mazy dream

hidden within the hollow

2019

Hopes fountain

Heard about  cleeve

Yes I have

And the Somerset downs

heard about  but never been

like  fountains  of a hope within

Uninvited home that  one soul  remembers

Before my time here burns to embers

To have to know  where my  well  resides

Water waiting like a patient bride

2019

       

The deposited

Sum up Pleiades like we never been

But we know different don’t’ we

Wink wink !

I am born once more

A crime of hope regardless

event horizons and  rear views

through ships that breathe

we were deposited in love

2019

The Slovene

To  cure the Slovene of this malady

I incurred a rosy oil

And danced the drops on loam

And wept on its foundations

In order to steal  the stars edge

And provide him back his soul

2019