Merchants of Tarmacs

 

 Merchants of Tarmacs

Skilled for the workshop of rage

Reservoirs of gins

Eyes flashing scarlet lightnings

With voices rumbling like sleepy thunders

Quaky enough to jolt to life the ghost of convulsing buses

Thunderings from lips coated from burnt leaves

Mouth dispensing burnt incense

 

These are hands that rip side mirrors and write rainbowed 

nothings on windshields

Nothings that bring in 

so much for the Lords of the seats

Sweatless Lords with bountiful harvests

 

Every minute a sprint

From  bodies like galleries

Bearing violent mementos of the past, 

from streets of blood

With opened windows flashing 

From rails of ugly grins

Illegitimate grins that legally rattle the spine of a resistance

 

 

 

 

 

NIGHT RISE

Night a time of lull

Says the slumbering mortals

Yet in the dark are neon eyed convoys

But we know how to sweep real clean

For the day rises and we are all gone

Now the night rises

When I flirt with muse

And run with fully awakened spirits

In opposite direction to the world

I drink from the cup of the night

And read dreams

Then I write the dark

Night rises

When the nakedness of the day is covered

And I take a step ahead of time

To see beyond the minds

When the day is created

In the boardrooms of high places

Night arises

When men fondle terror

And bargain with horror

When a man mixes gin with human blood

And downs it benumbed

Then picks his wicked teeth with a piece of his prey’s rib

As a family shops for wood and clothes for the afterlife

Night rises

When I talk to the moon

And wink back at the seductive sparkling stars

And I marvel at the flickers of the fireflies

Then I listen to the symphonies of hoots and howls

And deathless barks signalling the presence of the spirits

Night rises
When the necropolis comes to live

And necrophilic rites are performed

When starving ghouls go to shop

With dregs of mist to drink

And a mortal’s head puffs

At an encounter

Now the day rises
And the night falls
And we sweep clean so you cannot tell

Now the sun rises

And I must sleep

For yet again the night must rise.

Little Much

 

As the anguished eyes of the economy

Looks up to the weight of the barrels

So do we wait for the end of the recession

Yonder away from it we wish

Just as the Pounds sashay away from the Naira

And the Dollar like a leper treats the Naira

And high as the mountains rise

So do contemptible prices soar with wings

Daily this plate gives more space

For the worth of a fill

The grains are becoming countable

So I sort this canteen again

And I was served

It isn’t the season of war

Not yet at least

I couldn’t cry

Neither could ask her to take it back

For the grace of Trump was in charge

Oliver Twist counseled

I was an adored retailer

The pride of life won’t let me

I had paid for hunger

It was too sorrowful for me.

THE ESCAPIST

Was I weak?

Was I a coward?

Was I afraid of pain?

No I had become the pot of pain

And became bored of pain

Did the noose check by?

Yes he did?

Did I consent?

Of course No

Recently I have enjoyed these trips

Trips between realms

Where the devil loves

And scorpions kiss

Where the lads are eternally cheerful

And the Sun doesn’t burn

Sometimes I go too far in my sojourn

People say I talk to myself

I know am not mad

I haven’t taken off my clothes in public yet

But I smile too much at nothing that I see clearly

Every day I take this trip

Sometimes I bribe my way back to my soul

Sometimes I almost never came back

For herein lie waiting whips for me

I have waited too long for hope

So I decided to go and meet hope

Then one day I traveled

Crossed seven sugar candy mountains

Sailed seven seas of milk

It rained honey

And I saw an economy like no other

This day I had traveled too far

Just too far

And never found my way back.

CONFUSIMUS

Like a lily in a desert

You withered

In the furnace of my love

Down you were at the bottom

Of the sea of an intense devotion

The loud melodies of my heart

Made you dumb

I bought you the moon

The twinkling made you blind

Then I weaved the stars for you

But the constellations gagged you

I peeled you a thousand foreskins

But my hands were too bloody

Then I jailed demons for you

Yet there was acid in my head

Then to one direction you pointed

Yet there appeared at the exit

A network of cobwebs: you

Don’t stop don’t stop you implored

Then I ran but waited

Ran as this liberation ensnared me

Ran as fast as my weary limbs could carry me

And as slow as my heart halted me

Don’t stop don’t stop you implored

Your hands flung open for a hug

I could hear your soul call

Yet your eyes lighted traffic red

So I ran but waited

Tearing through the winds

Chained to memories and solid echoes

Don’t stop don’t stop she beckoned

Yet I ran far away on one spot

The Earth Lords

Boundless, the breathless desert

Summons each grain to a voracious feast

Lifeless the grasslands lay scorched to death

Voiceless the spirit of the sand

Places a curse of fury

And a notice of banishment

On the sons of the sun

Soundless the hooves drum

Ordained to posses wherever it treads

For the soils are theirs

And the fullness thereof

Sparkless will the skies be today

For the swarm shall graze

Be it blood or foliage

Heartless the Mbororo raids

For milk is thicker than blood

Bleats esteemed over a deathless childish babble

Worthless a soul is to beef

Mindless a graze is claimed

Under the ruthless watch of violence

Another night yet another songless dirge