Our lord has ears, and he hears whispers of the bourgeoisie in his right, and wailings of the abject masses in his left; whose stapes is Apollyon.
The day he was birthed, He came laughing. With his frail little hands, he Tilled his mother’s thigh and Sowed a kiss, and he said; “Take this as my signature, You’ll be wanting in a count of barrens, But this shall be my landmark, for In three days, the son of man shall Sail away… Continue reading ABIKU by Omotayo Awoyemi
What is life? ***** Clench your fists, Tightly, Let the air within boil, Love the warmth Wrapped up in your palms, Cherish it! Till your knuckles reel in pain, That your eyes flood with ice, Thawing down the bumpy terrain Of your cyanosed cheeks, Trimming the edges of your Shaking, cracking lips. Attend to the… Continue reading WHAT IS LIFE by Omotayo Awoyemi
Poor boy, Drowned in himself; In a lake of something familiar, he Drowned in hormones. A few strings to his thing, and Nightlong spell of Venus, He’s fit to swim, but he, Egret! All-white soul, didn’t know That his regret was with Margret In her downside pouch, So they held hands, locked jaws, and He… Continue reading BOY by Omotayo Awoyemi
Tell them we can see them; The house of bones they live in, The sweats that flush their gutters, The sweats of our fathers and mothers, and The blood of our brothers on their lintels, That bought ’em passover from their trade; Trade of death. Tell them we’re louder; We’re louder in anger than Abel,… Continue reading TELL THEM by Omotayo Awoyemi
Ashake, The day I wrote you a song, I broke my throat. I penned it on my cornea, But a flood of brine it became, When life ’Hi’ed’ me with hurt, And fluxed away with my pains. Nevertheless, I have the rhythm In my systole, and diastole. I pray you’ll hold up to listen, And… Continue reading ÀSHÀKÉ by Omotayo Awoyemi
Find a good man, whose Head wheels a halo of hopes, Crouch like a tigress, Let him love you like a cat, Stroke your head and back Till his soul pots into yours. And when he’s lost loving, Fang him, left of his chest, and Suck life out of his heart, Laugh while you’re so… Continue reading PATHOGENESIS OF REGRETS by Omotayo Awoyemi
The day Hope died, It died on the street, it was speared by the thorns of roses. It’s soul ascended with the scent of the bloom To the dreaded gate of Jahannam, And It’s condemned body laid on a damned earth, In a pool of it’s own precious blood, And nectar, which it’s been stealing… Continue reading THE DAY HOPE DIED by Omotayo Awoyemi