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Monthly Archives: October 2013
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
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
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
A Night Letter
(For Ruth Banjo) Like a wolf in the dead night, My quill howls some pressing words. They that are my joy to keep And still a burden I love to bear. A boyish man of the hood, No … Continue reading
If Winter Comes
If winter comes – Will that mean the end of the days We had been savoring? With the steady awakening of these branches And the equally steady fall of your visits and of vows each time – Shall I suffer … Continue reading
Herbert Marcuse
Herbert Marcuse – I saw you in a 1967 picture lecturing endlessly On the defects of (perhaps) Totalitarianism, and even Marxism. The tables had been set, the podium and the loudspeaker – Were not so different in constitution and shape, … Continue reading
Anne Hathaway
Anne knows that it’s time to sour the chicken – His lordship William Shakespeare would be returning home very soon. The ways would have been hard and weary – So it is for our Anne. In the absence of his … Continue reading
Smiley Face Stickers
Before the boy’s stocking feet Boxes and their tops are toppled and tossed As a kneeling man rifles through the shoes With no employee in sight Tissue paper veils the decimated aisle Like remnants of a mad Christmas … Continue reading
Warmer, Deeper
Witches gather on the shore As I tread the deep, Calm as their eyes The water is warmer, deeper. I swim but do not tire, A head above the surface I am surrounded, Left to ponder the torture … Continue reading
Overturned
The very instant Every stone’s been overturned The search can begin Aaron Wiegert
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