jesters still

Abundant aces
Misplaced graces
Swallow do you remember
Yourself
When the waters fresh
And cool and ripe
Charcoal sharks lurk
To give you strife
The scent of poison in the air
Ink
Abundant aces
Eyes that scream
Capture what was lost in dream
Grab your milk
Your baby blanket
For between the
Nails
We're jesters still

Five O clock feeling

Five o clock feeling.
 I am reeling from this five o clock feeling,
collar loosens from it's trunk,
hairs run through with glittering spunk,
This free me,
with buttons undone
as street lights blink gold
i meander through the cold,
 i think easily of  warmth and hearth
where the flame flickers
and the spice disappears,
a side of rum blank paper
to ears
A cosy bed
where elastic curls
my bubble gum winter
We nestle against becoming
the chalk on the ice
which no one knows
that buoyant place
where no one goes
 your chiselled features
the circus plans to keep
this seed away from ivory
reflection,
A self one knows
could puss rejection
your blue with blisters,
Your account it lied
said you were christmas
your words were elapsing on the tongue, energy collapsing, crawl into the wake of a starawberry dream.

Ignition

image by Trina Hess

Ignition

jerk, 

rocket booms

How many secrets 

hide in your room

Stories of malice

tendered and twisted

Slaughtering souls

You hate that

are gifted

Forsake i not

the clever catch,

Motorised in tidy batch

 Speakers announce

desired win,

For dreamers

are few and far between

This jaded world

 outside hence polished

damaged cells,

refuse acknowledge

Built by dreamers

Clutching clouds

Float on air

and scream out loud

We are unbreakable

This scribblings

and i

we'll sigh

with exhaustion

and loosen a tie

sedative skin

relax in our limbs

tease out

stranded words within.

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Rabbits and socks

Silly Little rabbit

tricks

are for kids

Eager for things

Which are

clearly stupid

Riveting promise

Toil in storm

Flushed with rain

Extravagant norm

But silly little rabbit

Lies are for kids

The forked tongue

Of cobra

Desolate

For world is hungry

to evade

Eagle mounts on

desert crests

to see selves hiding

we detest.

Brutus and Me

image by portia cantonis



Et tu brute
the coward
leaks the vine
I was out
of mind
to trust
his time
and all
the words
he did forgive
as he had new tricks up
his sleeves
Elevator
dumps heartbeat triumphant
I am miscellaneous
already corrupted
A mix of things
No sense and
deeds
I wish
id
had
tricks up my sleeve

Take it like a robot

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Take it like a robot,

that slap that rebounded

off

polished skin

The eyes and lips

You prepared for him

The broken tooth

The pillowed sobs

the change, the promise

are somehow odd

to ears that worshipped

lies

Everything was no surprise

We miss the bus

We claim the street

Because

All grownups

loose their feet

Dominoes

modern art

Dominoe effect

Life select me

I've pointed the holes

Erupted in quake

What loud noise

the ticking clock

makes

In the jungle

Of our fried

Eclipses

I am caught

In no Eucalyptus

Schedule set,

The dot, the tick

hearken

i must be true

to it

for life is challenge

Tumbola and drum

Within our hearts

is the primal one

The ticking clock

The doors

that slam

I think i'm

simply

becoming man

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Dragons dinner

Dragons slayed
by busy sword
Scales are brought
to him is lord
Of a kingdom now falling
Delapidated still
Yet gone are the dragons
 And lost
was their will

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

The howler

Nobody's crying
Nobody's howling
No baby needs to be
kissed here
I wipe the fade
of imaginary tear
from your postcard
near perfected lips
Eclipse the truth
your stealth in train
Never you mumble
of self in pain
For daggered heart
seems to ice
not melt
an African
or 300 twelfths celt.

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Broken Voice

Abstract art by Mari Pack

Your empty voice

is so much noise

Your scattered marbles

Broken pins

As you worship debts

within

checking ticks

off fulfilled promises

Love like love me

Choose like choose me

absorb

like take me

and all my flaws

Breaking faith

Will loose me because

i tamed a puppet

Tamed a pet

No one knew

How well

spirits can starve

bodies

like flakes

leafs after dark

For in

this stark oppression

I consistently

wait

for your

correction

Facilitate me

into the you

you picked

I'll slick my hair

Eject my dick

I'll loose the legs

and wag

a tail,

i'll collect the milk

and hurry

with mail

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Puppet friends

His friends told him
What tongues say
How tongues
wag
Each move to play
They pioneer poison
For a puppet man
Man with no features
mold with no plan
And dare i shirk
The self i see
Of all the places
he could be
Paris, Montecarlo
venice, or wales
Men with no vision
make empty sales
what's in your basket
I ask with my pillar
Foundations met
with gluttonous
filth
And as my ears
tweak
his ease deliver
i fear a man lost
a mothers milk

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

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Masculinity
Soul
He lost himself
Then took control
Fire the canons
Fuel in his head
He'd almost be
Dead
If it wasn't
For
What the old man said
Lectures that pierced
Air
Spitting at him like
Fireworks
A wool.of
Dreams
And the midday Hurst
Watching the moon
With the dew in their eyes
There was trouble
On horizon
Yet no surprise
He'd pick on his tears
Dressed in Apple cake
The old man's knowledge
Would be his escape

Otatade iseghohi-okojie

Kink in Creative

image by Otatade Iseghohi Okojie




The inner creative self
We  dive through it
A pool of wealth
Ideas like skittle
On the.floor
We load up suitcase
Capture vein
Push through rocks
Dissect our brain
For all its wondrous
Little gnats
Ghosts without practice
Are ones who see bats.

Otatade iseghohi-okojie

broken in between

 Wanted

I didn't want to die this way, but I was disappearing like the ice in a snow storm." You'll feel better after this," the lady at the shelter popped two white pills in my hand. " don't worry baby, it's not poison," I raised my hand in defence. " words that sting," I muttered leaning against the wall, feet curled in a yoga position. " he beat you bad this time," she was black cocoa skinned, deep set brown eyes and curvy figure, she lowered herself to the bed. " I'm taking it to the mattresses this time," shoving battered hands through stringy brown hair. Every time he beat me, or he threw words like a javelin, I'd put on the godfather. A film became an episode. Daddy used to love watching it,when I hit sixteen I did too. I realised the world could be such an angry place, that you could be inside the frame and not know what the hell was going on. Jeffrey would be pacing, angrily, wine bottle in his hand, champagne glass the everything he had, I'd make sure he had nothing. He was my Shaw shank redemption~this prison I would escape from one way or another.  My fingers trembled I downed a cup of hot tea, allowing it to pierce my throat set it aflame.my stomach curled anxiously,I wiped a tear from my eye, fixed my brown hair tighter. There were bags from lack of sleep and one purple lid was.lowered shut. I.had such pretty eyes he'd tell me, now that was the first thing he went for. My home was raw with imaginary false alarms thatbwentboff in my head, each time we shared a verse, and each time family called his words dripped with disdain. I hated him, but I hated me more for being taken in. I wanted him gone, but how do you kill someone....whose already dead.

A chorus

Chapter and verse
We quite rehearse
the hunger pangs

Which come to thee

Bewitched in smoke
Our fears elope
At times
To infinity
But who I am,
Is what I am
Wrapped torch
Between fingers
Where I stand
My chorus
Is my voice
Outside my bracket
I have my choice
To rip off flesh
And boldly soar
Where no man has been
Before
A strait jacket comes to me
Sometimes
We
Fear
What's free

Otatade. Iseghohi-okojie

Erodyte

Dynamic is such a simple word
I paint the sky with all your flaws
In the oven
Must I bake
Those question marks
Upon mistake
For squandered beauty
Hence is lost
We walk the mines
Just because
These broken stars
This midnight moon
Dynamic
Is a word too soon.

otatade iseghohi-okojie

remember me

I remember you, the softball at the corner of your lips
Your scent is everywhere, lavender, and that touch of spice which eclipsed everything. I remember the way you coiled your tiny fingers around my blanket, leaning into.The crook of my neck. You hated the curtains, I explained they were ancient. I wanted to seem eccentric to you in some way, a Vicente worlds apparent from my island. We were ink on milk. I wanted you to remember our first conversation, the night was rough and the sky spat tears that day we stood at the bus stop. You asked for an umbrella, and I said " I like your jacket" but really I liked your eyes a huge of brown and blue , the sharpness of your nose, and the soft brush of pink moist lips. We walk in between the rows of silence sliding disjointed sentences in. Lavender, I miss your scent, if only I had spoken to you at all

excuse me prime minister

Excuse me prime minister
What say
I
Of
My
Woes
We lead separate
Lives
I
May possibly
Implode
Your dreams cement
My paperclip.links
Excuse me
Prime minister
What do you think?
For I dream of business
An atlas.to behold
My world is a mesh
As you increment gold
The parlour
For each house
A sentiment too
Align all your architects
What else do.you do
To wipe your arise
With strikes of chiefs
To have candlelit
Dinners
Beside the reef
Yet when I handed
My business plan
For you to come through
Excuse me prime minister
What did you do?

rocketman his missing smile

It curls around the corner
Bullet splits wind
Swallow the air
I tingle inside
The engine revs
Grumbling like
A rocket
Smile for
Me
And. Sit a while
Back arched forward
I crumble
Sentences lost
Man in silver
Man in gold
Your midnight
Hair
Is sight to behold
The beauty
Of your
Skin
A twilight tan
Maybe one
You'll clench
My hand
And sweep me
Like a paperdoll
A voice so.big
A self so small
We can have
Monitor's by
A walnut bookshelf
Marry me with words
I am overwhelmed
The slumber of a
Waking dragons rule
In heat and flame
Let's be two fools

Otata

storytime

The weaving of swords
We surrender the chalice
I perform with malice
nightingale abreast
and do I descend upon
Creatures not dead
A broken woman
With an evil battered soul

I'll tell you my

Story
You tell me yours
Let the world land an applause
for evil
Way beyond its design
Has seen a sleuthing
Whose lost her mind
Power corrupts the skin
Those who yearn
To taste it. Trim
Apply a seat
Wretch sword from.stone
For little Arthur
Rides alone.

liar boy

The little

boy told too many lies,
he was hungry for them,
 like maggots they'd crawl
out of a gaping hole.
Each parasite landing to punish the world.
Lemon, acid. Which honest tool
For your the liar
I'm the fool
To link to ghosts which seize their steps
And laugh as Africa is bereft
For rotting corpse
What say you of the dreams they live
Where cucumber cats
Tiptoe between thighs,
Weaving blankets for the salt you make
as mermaid weeps
And laughter cries
Dead things that whisper
Claim your throat
Your candied eyes
That hollow boat
For as others whence you sail
Now you ride
On hungry whales

I made a mistake
He hisses
Whilst my life appears
Cake mush on the gravel
He has kicked so many times,
Not even a column of a lonely candle
Dough it scatters by the side
Even the bin man
Leans back studies a mosaic of
Chaos
What had it been
With so much taste
And all this sugar brought
To waste

east from east

East from east
And west to west
We ride in circles
With no horizon
silver giants upon the moon,
Her battered frame
With tedium surprising
For camels
Only perish here.
They spit too easily
Their bitter tongues
The mule is crushed
Yet drags its feet
An arrogant horse kicks
At the hay
For we were here
Yesterday
The month Arizona lost its belt
And all the stars they cried for help
Begging of the angry clouds
And still
And still
We're sleeves of leaves,
Despite the fiesta
of Earth mothers breeze
we switch from right
we beg from
Left
Without my shoes
I have little left.

oven eyes

Image by Alfred Gockel

loving your eyes
As much as it meant
Stretching the limbs
Already spent
Chewing the ache
Between cross bone
He wants you to
Know your never alone
The girl who sobbed
In blueberry pillow
Give me a dummy
For naive and youth
I curl the hands which pimple
The sheet
Claiming the side
Of one not asleep
Pacing the mirrors
Science twilight
I thought yesterday
I was the chandelier
And when his tongue
It clubbed my ear
Melted with a virgin's fear

The king and the unforgiving crown

                                                    image by diego Velazquez


Respect me
The little brat says
Placing a crown upon his head
Excalibur blunt
For the knights are dead
And there is no
Honour
Beside his bed
For land has crumpled
And bed is wry
His ghosts themselves
They never die
Soon they will sit upon
His head
Marrying the throne
For he is dead
Where is the council
Gold turned to bronze
Voices of substance
Chorus absconded
His broken knee
A missing eye
His God will nod
As he will cry.