Ghost boy cotton

The lonely girl

coiled in cotton

Oh how you detest

forgotten

voices
chatter

in your head

Excited noise
mermaids in the water
are all playing dead

For onions that
smile doth reek of hate

They celebrate

and then they wait

Pick your skeleton

toothpick from pick

As body lays

On floor now licked

With grooves arriving where skin was

Smoothe

Confidence stumbles with

ease of mood

I ask the numbers

I count the friends

Who stood the test

till bitter end

and battle dimmed

when rods were dropped

and legs now limped

counting numbers

A wolf or sheep

Your shaded self

Your perfect keep

We are all a contradiction

minds plagued with fears

and much affliction

as we lean towards the line

One day dreams

Will turn out fine.

The clouds will hum

a rum tum tum

Oceans dispel

a moses comes

yea though i

walk in valley of dreams

I clutch the stars

which tastes like cream

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie