The Slap

I often put the cart before
The horse
I imagine my books
Selling by the millions
And that City Lights
Paid me the highest
Honour by having
My ‘Chronicles of
Kennzio’ in its window
Same things happens
With women. I have
Already made love
To them in every
Bacchanalian way
A latter day
Crowley
And then like
All good fantasies
A person or a
Situation slaps
Me down
We all need
A good slap
It’s like
Having a
Shower
Until I have
One
My body
And mind
Retreat into
The miasma
Of Walter
Mitty
Land

Ken Trimble

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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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