NIGHT RISE

Night a time of lull

Says the slumbering mortals

Yet in the dark are neon eyed convoys

But we know how to sweep real clean

For the day rises and we are all gone

Now the night rises

When I flirt with muse

And run with fully awakened spirits

In opposite direction to the world

I drink from the cup of the night

And read dreams

Then I write the dark

Night rises

When the nakedness of the day is covered

And I take a step ahead of time

To see beyond the minds

When the day is created

In the boardrooms of high places

Night arises

When men fondle terror

And bargain with horror

When a man mixes gin with human blood

And downs it benumbed

Then picks his wicked teeth with a piece of his prey’s rib

As a family shops for wood and clothes for the afterlife

Night rises

When I talk to the moon

And wink back at the seductive sparkling stars

And I marvel at the flickers of the fireflies

Then I listen to the symphonies of hoots and howls

And deathless barks signalling the presence of the spirits

Night rises
When the necropolis comes to live

And necrophilic rites are performed

When starving ghouls go to shop

With dregs of mist to drink

And a mortal’s head puffs

At an encounter

Now the day rises
And the night falls
And we sweep clean so you cannot tell

Now the sun rises

And I must sleep

For yet again the night must rise.

Little Much

 

As the anguished eyes of the economy

Looks up to the weight of the barrels

So do we wait for the end of the recession

Yonder away from it we wish

Just as the Pounds sashay away from the Naira

And the Dollar like a leper treats the Naira

And high as the mountains rise

So do contemptible prices soar with wings

Daily this plate gives more space

For the worth of a fill

The grains are becoming countable

So I sort this canteen again

And I was served

It isn’t the season of war

Not yet at least

I couldn’t cry

Neither could ask her to take it back

For the grace of Trump was in charge

Oliver Twist counseled

I was an adored retailer

The pride of life won’t let me

I had paid for hunger

It was too sorrowful for me.