Jaccuzi People

I feel a boulder on my nerves; 

Brush of sticky imagination

Binds me to a pole of abstraction

As I watch these people

Glow like lawns in palatial GRAs

Who seek for pleasure but refuse labour.

The artist with an easel in hand is the guide to a world afar

Brought close in the memory that recognises.

BUTTERFLY KISSES

Two lips cling
Beside grey hallows of bamboo bed --
Above their stay is the wing
Of a many-coloured butterfly.
Softly, little by little passions rise
To a summit so high.

A Presence like the Wind

Through the doors of my heart
Her presence enters,
A trail of light, wind, and commendations
Of summer escort her footsteps
Sashaying the strands of her hourglass garment.

BOOK RELEASE by Onis Sampson

Book title: Eyes of Passion (a collection of novellas).
http://www.amazon.com/Eyes-of-Passion-ebook/dp/B00D22XFAK

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