by Ojingiri Hannah |
Categories:
green, humor, love,
The judge is snoring for victory of my conviction
Every night, I merry in comfort of his spouse
My skin has become a palimpsest of fleeting sensation
And each layer bore the imprint of my Doxie
Instead of a red carpet, to flaunt my asset
I walk on a green mile, toward an electric chair
With fans on the other edge, cheering my conquest
I am the champion of the west wing with horsehair
Dawn is here and I must face the light
In a roll of two, I lead
To cast my secrets in light without weight
I always lead, whether it's death or food
Without doubt, I am the best on earth
I have fans cheering me at death
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
I am drugged by music
the horsehair bow,
key and peddle
the blow and boom'
of windpipes and drums.
Unfinished symphonies
leave me mewing like a wounded gull
forever beached on that last note.
My love is dressed in crinoline
in the 18th variation of a rhapsody,
It is my joy and pain
to be a member of a ghost orchestra,
to sit on a hard chair as a soft shadow
listening to the fading smoke
of hollowed-out wood
and I am drugged.
unplugged from myself.
for as long as it takes
for that musical blend of joy and pain
in its endless moment,
as it walks through singing bones.