You have grown old
remembering the homeland in chains,
the many roads to exile,
the future you dreamt - always of freedom...

How do I tell you that each time I see a face with scarecrow eyes and echoing lips I get down on knees and clasp hands together, pleading to be fucked? Like a fool I go about, barefoot, hopping on knees, asking strange men and women with perfect woes to fuck me...

If I were to come again
I will grow fat like tabaldi
One in the lineage of baobab trees
A cherished drum in times of drought...

At the death of rain, grew
Camellia amongst our moulds
Clinging to her nectar
Like the dews to the
Bosom of awakening leaves...

The man-prisoner has become a victim of 
Mental flagellations and lunar obfuscations
A taking of night dreams
Grace, gone and stolen by this passer-by...

The ghosts are abroad in Fukushima
Seeking answers, they will not know rest
Like the rest who though alive will never be whole
Their world arrested at lunch time
When the earth spewed fire and the sea belched havoc...

Speak to me in a dream, speak to me as a mother, speak to me as an
Oracle in a rum voice, anchor me prince of tides, she says to her lover
In rumours of rain, gather chains and link them to my heart so that
This belly ache will subside and flow like jelly to the skull...

The song of the fields is a silly wild cacophony
The quiet of noon home a sombre frozen void
The radio is a distressing mad discordance
The screen a flurry of undefined absurd forms
The book shelves no more have the power to arrest
The writing gadgets no more the magic to release...

Let me amend the dream
Of me you had last night;
     Sun out the kiss,
Till the wetness is burnt.
Then tell my heart be still,
So I can hear his speak...

Hush! Let the hasty multitude rush by
To the enclaves rumoured to hold gold
Where the spotlight of notoriety glows
Like a torch in a narrow tunnel of boulders
Hush! Let my lying head no intrusion know
For I am gone to where the spirits meet...

The downtrodden brooks roared like seven thunders
The numerical murmur of the galloping snowy waterfalls
Enriched the harmonious heartbeat of the kettle drum
The wailing waves were tired troops of travailing timbers
Herded hysterically towards the monolingual sawmill...

The query of who’s mating dance I wish to attract
makes the peace of drabness comforting.
I am a bird of paradise made for one
garden, the flaming swords are for my protection.
Does it matter that my feathers droop and fall?

Water is a blessing to this baked earth
Insatiable from birth…
Armed for the feast of the Tabasky
Mark how even the Joshua tree observes
This double-bent figure...

I raise my hand against the storm
Thundering out your name
Wherever it is you have gone
Time is nothing but pelts of rain
On the umbrella of our camaraderie...

In this sweltering, settled country
of self-awareness and neuroses
of unsettling homesickness
as if stitched under the water
of a river, ocean and the sea
we shrink back from the mouths of fire starters...

Odinsoeruaka
Destroy me with love
Suck away the juice of my life
Drain me of every fluid of emotion
And discard me...