Sitting

Bougainvillea  silhouettes

A  long past twilight

and in a patient moonbeam

that lights up the cement  floor

I can finally hear

My heart  beat

2020

This Constant Waif

This constant waif in personal terror

Looking  for a fortune

took the cave to the left

via the whispered  path

but  for the  hum

only in the head  and with slow breaths

One word and you will leave the dark

Surrender

2020

March 2020

Our Roundabout is nigh

We sit with a sky

Of colours unknown

Tomorrows  in stark relief

Rosy days, are ashes for the cretins

What  did we sign up for

A birth contract ?

Televisions of tears ?

We are

In compassion

Forever  immortal

Steps to remember our inheritance

And proceed from there

2020

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