Voices…
come out to play
in your
head
Maracana
Camera!
Light!
Action!
Your mind sways
under the weight
of the chatter
The priest
The oil
The spec
If walls could
talk, it would
picture not
in sentences
but in pressure
Chakam!
That look…
Judgement sit
in the shadow
taking notes
The mind…
broken shards
held by wisp
of the dream
living between
fine line
Words
Actions
Intents
Played and
Replayed
in slow mo
Tight fist
holding the world
by the jugular
thoughts arrive
without borders
Few wear distant
faces. Some familiar
masks, others sent knowingly to
say hello
Reality porous
Dreams leak
into daylight
Hi Badagry
say hello
to Daura
Echoes coo
from yesterdays
meet you
standing
through
the tempest
wild winds and
hurricanes
Sweeping hunger
meets laughter
in the hollow
of your soul
The rain
leans into
your mother’s
voice
Lightbulb
goes
off
Home
Candles
Canes
Holy water!
Bind the devil
Until the dawn
of negotiation
to mark
which voice
deserves
a seat at
the table
I hear
between
the fine lines
of your silence
Why are you
mad?
Possession?
Keep me coming
I am going
Oin! Like
Daddy Wa
will say
What you should
fear, is the silence
of this icy
world
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