(after rereading & with lines from Umar Abubakar Sidi’s What Bad Poets Do) “Bad poets hear the cries of strangulated beasts, the whispers of..
mother, before you hallow my skin with kisses and warm tears tell me if I am a disease this world has made me so tell..
There are times when darkness becomes too heavy, And what do we do when the night outweighs us? We trade our bodies for some beams..
WHEN I’M ASKED WHAT’S NEXT Where does the body go at midnight/it runs/ it hides/it finds darkness in the bright light/this art of becoming/of peeling..
for example, I could be the soul of a dying inferno or a stray dog in its adventure; since, of course, I happen to..
YOU RESURRECTED i You are a leftover of your father’s strength buried in your mother’s bedroom wall- after 6AM you are messiah. ii First,..
HEY YOU BOY, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! sing & let the air hug the wave of your voice, let its willowing wings decorate the space with the..
say, your saviour is a man capable of quenching your thirst with wine in a gathering of fools. as if this task isn’t full, you..
(After Adedayo Agarau) And if they question your joy, Say a smile is nothing but grief capsized. Say howling is how a wolf expels..
i. snake finds its way through the fatness of a forest. the sun too, has a way of seeing though the..
- ← Previous Page
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
…
- 6
- Next Page →
