MIDNIGHT AT NOON

Last time I looked up in
A hazy horizon
The sun promised to be up
Unhindered with the usual
Arrows stinging
Unshielded heads

               To illuminate the plateau
Of Jos
                And the burdened heap
Of Lagos

Not to be wasted on merry-go-round
Rhetoric that reeks in the parliament
Like unburied corpse littering streets
After tribal clashes

Now when I looked in
                The dark eerie eyes
Of the oracle of the hill,
darkness beclouds me/
it's already midnight
                   Midnight at noon
the gods became
Dead dreams
Revolting rivers
Barren barns
Stale tale
And caking lakes/

Melancholy echo
The songs that welcomed
                        A forbidden moon
                 In a denied noon
           
              It is midnight at noon
A sudden eclipse of time
And the acolytes have
                  No oil for the priest's lantern
As we wallow in the wilderness
Of carnivorous cannibals
Not knowing our head nor
Tail,
Parliament is busy dividing its loot
Like the Europeans dividing
Africa in Berlin abattoir.




ACROSS

Great fuzz over
Hazy times,
I hulled stones and rocks
Puked fire,
Just to make my face menacing
Enough, so I could
Pass through without
Feeling the acid ting
Of your bladed tongue
Stenciling lies on my back.
Rudiment of road blocks
I have to cross,
I need the torch of past
Pugilist that have seen the
Ghost danced naked around
Cross roads of human furnace
This is my place,
This is my face
Though full of gallows
That gallop skulls and
Cross bones/ I need the
Fearless unicorn to ride me
Across your Red Sea, why you
Feast on golden eggs
I hold the parchment
Of your iniquity and thread
Gingerly like a sore
Nosing around a ripe face/
If I jaunt catch  me if you can or
We shall swim in excrement.
 

MIND ANARCHY


Indecision
Scissors my sense
Your last scent
Sent my feet walking.running
Like a deity you were made, strong
Heart turns jelly upon your eyes
Making minds look like cooked cabbage.
The elders are scrambling for libations
And sacrifice
To the rivers you swam last.


The cellar of rare wine
Belongs to your green vine-
Yard,
Their bread
They said is from your fertile earth.
You are the rain
You are the thunder
That sent men seeking refuge
Under the Baobab tree.

But why the anarchy
Why the chaos, when did you become
A time bomb taking it's time
And brewing like an overfed embryo.
Getting bigger as dawn turns dark?

I stretch my tongue today
And close my eyes,
Awaiting the taste of your sacrament.
Let it drop gently
Like the last bit of rains
And may it cool me.and these
Burning desires.