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remember to laugh
 
laugh
 
sometimes all
you can do is
laugh
 
plans change
 
something
comes up
 
lines of
communication
get neglected
along the way
 
today is one
of those days
where i need
to remember
to laugh
 
especially when
the nurses tell my
mother she's an
hour early for
her procedure
 
somewhere
between the
paperwork
and a phone
call
 
the time change
was lost
 
laugh, remember
to laugh
 
there will always
be plenty of time
for revenge later
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in any traditional sense of the word
 
never fall in love
with a woman that
wants to stick a dildo
in your ass
 
she is incapable of
loving you in any
traditional sense
of the word
 
never fall in love
with a woman who
thinks she is a
dominatrix but is
unwilling to let
the world in on
the secret
 
never fall in love
with a woman who
puts money over
everything
 
friendship,
quiet moments
alone, even god
 
never fall in love
with a woman who
still seeks the privilege
of being an only child
well into her thirties
 
never fall in love
with a woman more
than two states away
from you
 
the distance will be
too much for some to
be able to handle in a
moment of crisis
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still like the taste
 
i think my
imagination
is still in its
early twenties
 
everyone is
still naked
and ready
 
the drugs
still have a
good kick
 
and i still
like the
taste
 
sadly, the
body and
mind haven't
kept up the
pace
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violent in my dreams
 
i often wonder about
my death
 
it has always been
violent in my dreams
 
something tragic or
brutal in the daylight
 
i'd love to die in
my sleep
 
simply fade to black
 
my luck, it will be
upon insertion in
some unlucky
woman
 
the poetic way would
be mid-sentence, right
as the devil starts to...
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a really short drive to crazy
 
i have always known it is
a really short drive to crazy
 
like maybe down the block
or around a fucking corner
 
it has been that way since
i was a child
 
they always told me i was
gifted
 
i read too much and knew
that was a kind way of saying
someone could be really
fucking crazy
 
i preferred savant but that was
my ego always speaking up
at the wrong fucking time
 
i was the type that never had
homework and could be seen
smoking cigarettes with the
homeless on the weekends
while writing poems with
a bottle of cheap wine about
even cheaper women
 
i look around this room
and see the cigarettes are
gone because of a lack
of funds
 
the wine is now a glass
of scotch
 
and the women are still
cheap
 
imaginary has some benefits
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BLIND MOTHER

I'm one of the children of that mother
With biggest and milky breasts in town
Who lives to feed the adjoining cherubs
But too blind to notice the malnutrition
Which's been drawn in crystal on her kids;
I've been down in the mouth all day long;
I told my mother and did she tell me;
Put in the ground thy ears o' son
And water them with stream of thy eyes!



SAINT

Beloved
On my journey
To thy world
I embark

Beloved
If I reach
There I'll dwell
Till sun dies

Beloved
I am saint;
I am sent
To clean your sin


NIGERIA

Behold,
Here, Nigeria is my home;
Where my parents, family and friends
Are born and raised by different hands
Do we have other place to call home?

Halt, o' brethren
Don't let others in our hearts
Plant the seed of hatred;
Lado, Ejike, Olu we're but family
Let's alone stand to face our face;

Hang on,
The land, where we sang while farming
Is now with our hands turned it abattoir;
Where we slaughter our own brothers
Who live to provide for us the foods

Listen,
Why o' brethren and when again
Shall we regain our senses?
Tell our brothers to put down their guns
So peace would be freed and go everywhere


WEARY WANDERER 


Home my abandoned heart, O' Dija

Let love be its eternal servitude

In your sacred kingdom



Clasp me in your arms, O' Dija

For my limbs grew cold

Strap my aching body to your back



Hold onto my hands, O' Dija

I'm an eclipsed moon

In your starry sky I reshine



I'm a weary wanderer, O' Dija

Take me to your pool

Let's swim and have ourselves anew

10


birth 

after birth



— Christina Chin



veiled in the curse

eve the queen of Eden

a dark symbolic thirst



— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



9


her tornadic aura...

impossible to resist

tumbling into nothing



— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



three boys

and two dogs



— Christina Chin




8


beneath devil's moon

a paradise for outcasts

to hear birds whisper



— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



in a quiet room

midnight séance


— Christina Chin


7


tunnel vision

hope will arise to dawn —

sapphire blue sky



— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



following 

an implosion


— Christina Chin


6


cultural dance

spin to the rhythm

of the djembe




— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



the traditional 

ritual begins



— Christina Chin



5


appeasing 

the incensed goddess 



— Christina Chin



she bends towards the divine

the arc of Ọ̀ṣun

rite of passage




— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



4


perceiving

landslides and floods



— Christina Chin



the pigeons have flown away

soaring in the rising sun

nature's freeway



— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



3


a winner 

on the rostrum… 



— Christina Chin



light of her eyes

swirling around his macho body

with thrust in her heart



— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



2


a record shortest day

as earth spins faster



— Christina Chin



laying trust on the universe

i bid farewell

to the passing trials




— Uchechukwu Onyedikam




1



where's she but a dream?

the beauty as well

a fabled city



— Uchechukwu Onyedikam



emerges and falls

in the river tigris



— Christina Chin

FATHER AND SON
by Akinnmade Abayomi Zeal

HE traipses in with a souring countenance
and glinting eyes
Having survived jeers and taunts of the wealth drunk
mates
He nurses the bruises of his bullied legs
'Life has gone askew',  he bawled at himself.
'The world has wrenched away from its roost and doused.
While I was more child than now, the world finds peace with me
We used to smoke our candies and lollipops
We were fraternal with different twain.
We bathe in dust side by side with love
And hatred finds its place beneath the  soles of our boots .'

He comes away from his eavesdropping
To school the grudged hapless son :

'Peace! Be still! Steel yourself from grim I plea
I have found a remedy to your woes.
At Better Days College!
You will no longer bandy with your betters!
There you will be gorged with love and clemency.'

Numbed and stupefied he looks.

' Why Better Days?'
I have learnt to love here!'

'I had known that you might know no peace there
I had known that you flock there with your betters,
People of higher race and grace
People of luck with less love for your people
People whose colour of their eyes makes them betters
People whose saves are bloated!
I only took a risk!
I knew you will find no love but lost.
I knew your meager twain will wane you.'

'But why Daddy?'
Why should all this be in being?'

'The world has tilted scrupulously I tell you
You cannot know even full peace at Better Days College.
Not anywhere in the world.
Peace cannot romance with men as beast as they are!
Unlikely my Boy! Unsusceptible!
Less the day these classes are crushed
and made obsolete,
Less these colours of our skins are mere flesh
When men eschew their source and swim into one another,
Less that our worths make us not any better than our peers.'
I affirm :
'Peace for men will be hatred!'

grind the Saginaw and feather the six

it’s a trip to the urologist
in your ‘69 Chevy Blazer
a wreck that needs a lot of money thrown at it
money you don’t have

the light turns green
you jiggle the three-on-the-tree into first
ease out on the clutch and pray it will catch

there was a time when this heap was new
there was a time when her paint glistened
there was a time you were proud to drive her

you grind that ten spline Saginaw into second
feather the worn out inline six 
until it smokes and squeals and smokes some more

at seventy they’re stripping your dignity away 
sticking fingers and probes up your ass
asking if you know what year it is
asking you if you get enough to eat

You fiddle the shifter into third
And check the speedometer even though it broke years ago
another half a mile to go on this two-lane
and then you merge onto the big road
where the heavy traffic moves fast
because everybody thinks 
they can catch up to some unassailable self-worth

lying 

on the beach towels  

sunburnt nudes

in a vintage

Playboy



Christina Chin / M. R. Defibaugh 



cresting waves

she tells him how

rough she likes it 

doing a cartwheel 

before the surf




M. R. Defibaugh / Christina Chin



he fans her with

the wine menu

after a swim 

and a cold shower

still feeling hot

 



M. R. Defibaugh / Christina Chin



pretty bobbies

in an updo hairstyle 

removing pins 

the night falls


down to her waist



Christina Chin / M. R. Defibaugh



picotee edge 

white amaryllis 

on her lacy lingerie 

untying the ribbons

with his teeth 




Christina Chin / M. R. Defibaugh

Love affair with cigarettes  

You've kissed my lips, 
but why didn't you feel me? 
You've touched my fingers, 
but why didn't you hold me? 
Am I not worth you, 
Can't you set me free? 

You lighten yourself among others, 
the ones whom I loved, 
the ones whom I've been loved by, 
But I've always been left behind, 
Will I ever call you mine? 

I stand helplessly, 
to see you tasting people
in front of my eyes, 
But I stand hopefully
someday I will not be dull
and you'll be my prize. 

Many say, you're a menace, 
yet I'm ready to kiss and caress, 
Never mind, 
I'll see you again soon, 
kissing my loved and dear ones, 
I'll be sadly happy to see you
healing their wounds and burns. 



Woken Walks

And the roads
seem alone in 
the naive night, 
do they despise
being lonely,  
or do they enjoy
this presence of 
them only, 

I've tried to know,
I walk down roads, 
but they don't sense
my presence, 
and I shout at them 
for my relevance, 
still, they hide under 
the pretence of ignorance, 

I guess I disrupt their peace
in the dreary dark, 
and somewhere they answer, 
they don't like getting marked, 
emptiness is what they crave
but why am I here, 
do I want the same? 


Sniffs

Smell, odour, aroma and fragrance
Always chase the good kinds, 
at any stance, at any chance, 
good or bad, who defines? 
 
Where are my boxers, 
in my house, I shout
Lie they under the table, 
worn out and torn out
 
I pick them up
put them under my nose
Call me gross 
But this is what I do alone
behind the doors closed. 
 
Why do I do this, 
I don't have any reason,
probably, the odour and aroma
makes me feel human. 
 
Is it bizarre or do you practice it too?
 
find those boxers in the cart, 
don't think much, just do
feel them, sniff them
wear them and dance, 
witness the smells transgress
into a fragrance.

Saturday

Saturdays are dreadful
I stay entirely in the cubicle, 
stare at the heap of clothes,
the heap so weak, 
that it couldn't stand
for a single week, 
I see dirt on the fabric and
the shirt hopefully stares at me, 
waiting to hold and to be held
but I won't, and scarcely
she will feel my scars
on my shoulders, belly
chest, back and arms, 
 
Today I am just naked
lying down on the floor, 
I talk, I sing, I scream, I cry, 
It's raining but I feel dry, 
and my throat is sore, 
I stroke and scratch my wall
and fit the paint in my nails, 
I fight my urges and deeply inhale, 
I'm glad I succeed or I'm sad
I succeed, I don't want to know, 

All I wish is this day to move, 
I'll put clothes on my body
and wear fancy shoes, 
I will run away astray
without feeling weary, 
I need a different day, 
Saturdays are dreary.



Self-portrait

Mirror's
a window,
inside we see,
trying to be
real and free
irresponsibly!