SOMETHING IS ALWAYS BURNING
after mesioye johnson
“if the only answer to suffering is to
begin again, let a simple man coin a new word”
& then, I patterned the lyrics in my mouth,
until I live in the prism of similar expectations
The road that led me here is hazy, the wheels in my chest: wrecked tyres, treading gloomy path.
A mixture of flowers and thorns sprouting through the chapter of each day: an ebbed tide divulging the shells of the sea.
A row of silence collapse into my world, a hush of
running thoughts stress beneath me,
tender trees lost their arms to the axe of the wind. I keep stuffing my mouth with lyrics of boys, who cup their body into hope.
These lyrics: pour my emotions into puddle of reminiscence, a swing of emotions.
The things i want, are simpler than the British alphabet.
say, the compartment of this body is an asylum of what I do not want,
if you open them, you will see branches of pain heading through different directions.
And I, dinted with groove, scraping joy into hot bars.
I’m burning — a snake writhing in the room of dancing fires. Every morning I sing beautiful nubia’s ‘sing for me’,
as I trudge the path to survival and I see into the gloom wrecking the plinth of my joy.
Yesternight, I wanted to scour the base of my inner room,
to obstruct the cusp of movement, scraping the skin of my emotions.
This morning I wanted to imprint a laughter into my fallen cities.
Poem: Aderohunmu Abdulrokeeb
Image: D.Tran/D.Grayson/Pxabay remixed