On Passing an Emergency Ward.

It's an unbearable feeling
Criss-crossing my heart's xenophobic boundaries.

It's a formless build of half-conscious
Rush of cold down into the basements
Where the self is dignified
Sequentially pulling down
Expectations of another dawn.

The Alarmist

Red lights. Somnambulant courage pushing him on. Uchenna pauses when he feels an edgy pain in his abdomen. The bottle of whisky drops from his schizophrenic palm, splintering all over the wet green terrazo, the red lights fading off in the dusky nimbus. He turns his visage away from the lights. Then he hears a screeching of

Your Eyes

(Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine

toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till

Before You Set Forth

You must come shaven before the river bank, child,
And keep your eyes inward.
You must harken to the notes of the river-bird,

Go paddling thru river reeds
At the rising of another sun.
Booze takes you no nearer to your horizon . .
Let the melody of the wind against palm raffias