Adeola Adegoke
This life has got my thought by its tip,
It’s like a stained glass shinning
or teeth, colored and not smelling.
This life in itself fathers my deeds;
I plant every night, swollen seeds
across the pulpit of my lover.
I touch her like no other day will come,
In turn, she moan like the creak of door.
Come by day and see how we kick
like the good boys on the pitch.
I took a nap, I woke and sighed…
This life has got my thought by its tip,
It’s like the ablution of a cat
whenever the being empties your pot,
You wouldn’t know if it’s apology
or just the case of hypocrisy.
I stand up every morning
praying about the night lessons,
Maybe mathematics,
Nights about standard inequalities.
Just like the cat, we perform ablutions
I took a nap, I woke and sighed…
This life has got my thought by its tip,
I only have the memory of a single day
and whatever the touch of my lover say.
I so much love night math
and the hypocritical ablution of cats.
I pray it every morning till I was fifteen,
I don’t know if I think about later
or about not waking when my nap is over.
Then, I wouldn’t know if my end is here
or actual beginning is there.
I took a nap, I woke again and smiled…
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published on VicAdex.com on 11 December 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published on VicAdex.com on 11 December 2017.