Daily Archives: October 3, 2013

Nights

Nights are very real things Even in this mid-monarch life I hesitate, Hearing in winter nights Mist swoops on callous earth, grass, Newly-wedded mothers On uncaring breasts, Birds hurry to their nests No calling bell reminds them Any early hour … Continue reading

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Nowadays

Nowadays I forget everything I don’t know why For sure, Paying vendor’s razor-sharp price I forget to carry vegetables! Even set out for toilet When there’s none calling me dearly By my sweet ancestral name Someone advised me ‘Visit doctors.’ … Continue reading

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Ohio Ideals, Run and Never Look Back

The exodus,   of an obese flock from Baptist churches dressed as Johnny Cash live at Folsom,   steel corroded in nature as they lay dying on Old Bryan Drive east of Indiana red cometh the day rusted and ancient, … Continue reading

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Post-It Note Dissection: Present and Future

don’t forget,   the directions to nowhere white paper sits still in the corner black ink still in the printer phone set on dildo cigarettes lottery tickets that never won if four men build a wall in an hour how … Continue reading

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Poking Things with Sticks

I poke delicate ideas with a stick,   dreams of utopia slowly disappear with every fragile day it probably isn’t coming back but I hope it will,   I poke delicate ideas with a stick,   explicate it blow it … Continue reading

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Pigeonholed

Does pigeonholing me make me more pestilent? Do you want to keep me cooped up So I don’t loiter public squares And mess up pavements as I mill around – Minding my business as you mind yours? Does pigeonholing me … Continue reading

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Thinkcubation

Why do we crack up? Is it because we rupture our shell As we try to come out of ourselves?   But we don’t crack down, do we? Unless we mean to control something That causes us to erupt. Anthony … Continue reading

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Sack Race

We’re working class Rendered timid by timocracy.   Expected to pull ourselves out of the bag After we’ve been given the sack.   With no dough to make bread We’re no longer able to earn a crust,   While they … Continue reading

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I remember

I remember, Our evening walks down the silent forests, Your blue birdy voice that made sweet sonnet. I remember, Your laughs beside the romantic ocean, The smell of you in my arms innocent. I remember, Today is not yesterday’s tomorrow, … Continue reading

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So Bright, So Brief

(For Michael Ekundayo, 1987-2007)   Vanished, Like rain drop upon The roasted desert sand. Gone, Like sword of lightning Slicing the cloudy sky, So bright, So brief. Michael Adejonwo

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