Emmanuel Olabiyi

(she is) a babylonian nile       feathers of people shed bloods i dream about       i walk past a lily        heads figurined       singing 

about happier moments at 

ten       she actually is the sun       inuring the waters for me to walk on

i have cried a lot very briefly       make me an offer  

live under an àpótí      unsee the steepness      fly like a fish 

uncertain of (the) light        uproot me  

tremulous hands        the

affirming of the deep        swivel the same page of pain at my face

please        a sufficient agony of a naomi   

burn my will          the succumbing of 

a cloud        ask a river what it means 

to be 

infinite       the last 

boulevard is where i mould a mirror mirroring (…)

due to the rains, listen, i and a darkness encourage my room. i sleep for three minutes before a rooster dies. what is the essence of living if your chin un-touches mine?

/boaz is 

my favorite name/

subcutaneous miseries:

apart from the sameness in 

everything, what other fruits tease your happinesses?

you emerge from the mouth of a door, unscathed. life is not so. i have 

been readied,

palled. suction cups of ostensible 

air planting bellied gratefulnesses. 

see tremors in us, mother. we fly.

leafs rustle      a better looking 

of the street       i cross my country on a good 

day of taste

drinkable air manage my affairs        a boy 

undresses the land 

of its waters       i plan to escape forever 

      to fly instead of worshipping mercurial miopics 

upset me        make 

me