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By
Eddie Awusi
Death’s Gloating Asphalt
Hand me a goblet of thunder;
From the moping jacksaw of a hunting fox.
Feed me carcasses of your vices.
Incarcerate, slaughter and bury
My tall and impassioned dreams.
Malign and puncture the world:
That have known my breath and beauty
As the weather begins to sneeze,
And meteor spiffs and spasm:
Nobly knitting philanthropy:
Aptly diluting bread and bullets.
At least that’s all we get by, these days.
And let me sip quantum and deliriums,
From death’s gloating asphalt.
Obviously, you will get a noble nudge,
From a foreign government.
Leaves Of Tight Fisted Verde
Grant me leave,
To hold your smiles:
As bonding billets –
In chests of bolted volts;
Before bickering blizzards
Begin to blow
And fling the world open
For gusted gusto of chaos.
And the wind begins to rage
And blast and hug your dreams,
Like blistering dementia.
And sadistic storms,
Begin to pelt and heave and swindle you,
Of your most cherished moments.
Grant me leave,
To wrap your smiles,
In leaves of tight fisted verde
And put them away
in chest of memorable times:
You and I have shared.
And when the monster storm is over,
To fix them again,
Like globules in your face.
Love Explosion
Brusquely; she shines:
A feat of love explosion:
Horning fiat affection,
Like a masterpiece,
In a poet’s luminous collections.
Her bubbling blue eyes:
Shooting bright and exquisite
Side glance on my soul:
Are awakening;
Knocking together my fiery feeling.
Walk the rainbows with me, you will:
As my after love affair,
Relishing astral moments:
When lovers
Begin briskly to bind their minds
With ribbons and bangles of foolery.
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