Lessons in Repetition

concentration of moths
confined in an area, defined
by the streetlight’s narrow reach.

carcinogenic smoke
is nothing in the pitch-black,
out of sight unless with infrared.

god doesn’t notice
and i evade his written list of people
to slow-purge with agonizing terminal illnesses.

six is the proverbial depth of death.
feet is okay but in metres – clearly not.
conversions kill.

rosewood coffin under excessive weight
creaks in a lyrical tune the musician inside
would have composed if he were still alive

which he isn’t, but i am – again
climbing a ropeless climb
out of yet another shallow grave

that’s not quite shallow enough.
shirt, hands, fingernails soiled;
after i clean myself, i clean forget.

Glenn Fang

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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