Less visibly tragic than expected, less cinematic in its appeal: No resurgent dinosaur rampaging through the street, trampling parked cars & injuring billboards The sky is still its sure azure, the mountains still maintain their mammoth masses. Yet skeptics are now more than certain of the world’s ending. Evolutionists say bipedalism marked man’s ascendance to the zenith of Animalia. Soon as we woke to … Continue reading Between Man and Machine
The blood beneath my skin is white when you place it under the white lights. I remember that January, its crisp touch of bright mistSpreading. I remember Allen, his body a home we haveJust returned to, after hearing that dozens of mothersJumped off Third Mainland bridge into their children’sFuneral. The elegies were inherited, almost lyrical thatThe Newspapers clouded the day, full of listeners.They did know … Continue reading Desire
-Umar Farouk Adeiza I neatly aligned my grief inthe pages of yesterday’s paperappointing each headline itsappropriate slot in block style, Silently following tragicbygones entombed in my mind.The earth is not some displaced universalsport,The moon is still 384,400 km away from my house,In the fictitious kingdom, the polished wimp became the somber oppressor. My trade is not with the confusedguardians of tragic histories,Applicants of prove,hangmen on … Continue reading The Newspaper
-Umar Farouk Adeiza Assuming the stance of wolves, howling atdelegated hours,Audibly pacing the ceramic tiles of duplicated chapels,The slithering lifeless beings, repeatedly slithering in and out of life, chewing the clock by the seconds,Poets of dusky alma mater in yesterday’s robe,Drizzling phony fresh verses from rough tongues,While all the flock are absorbed in fallout. The new robots hijack, cover distance of dark grey bridges,Savoring self-imposed … Continue reading The Keyboard People
How do you start afresh?
Throw a dice maybe,
Do you hold on to the hurt or do you let go? Continue reading New Beginnings!
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