carry on sister
remember to wear sunglasses
to shield your eyes of the glare
of the too bright future.
(viii)
A candle beam casts its solemn glow
on the room
stretched out beside us
like inks of light smeared around the moon
our brown shadows
motifs of our relapse
carry our silent wishes to dream

four bodies lie on mattresses
breathing softly
as midnight like an impatient lover
rushes towards day

the ghosts that haunt our shuttered minds
escape our awareness
only the expression of a snore
spoken as a scream remains

perhaps tomorrow comes
our disjoints
scattered like flower petals falling
off an old tree
perhaps not

tonight we sleep
leaving our torn world
several light years behind
(ix)
and they brought forth his cadaver
I gazed upon his anus
it smelt so bad
how can a dead man=s anus smell so bad?
why must a dead man=s anus smell so bad and so forth?

then I saw six heads six tails six dragons
six oversexed virgins six six six

why must a dead mans anus smell so bad?

knowest thee then
to each that can smell
he did not die in the loo.
(x)
Sequence
do you fear consequence?
(xi)
Just because you do not understand my poems
does not mean I am mad
man fashioned out the atom
he said he could see it
without his naked eyes
if you understand that
you understand me.
(xii)
A flash of lightning
shatters the skull of night
spreading its balmy membranes
to the cruelty of thunder

I jolt in my sleep
hurriedly grabbing at my shadows
as a drowning man clutches at the river surface
to exit myself
and the tortuous rhythms of death
playing Pilate with my soul
washing its hands off my infested blood

I have dragged my cross to too many crucifixions
returning three days later
to mock the misery of biblical follies

but why do I still fear the night?
(xiii)
Idol tools for perversion
biros stuck in our pinnas
lice scratchers

flotsam
we jog the streets
searching for rotten bread
to tear wipe this brain delusion.

(xiv)
Sudan
American manna drops
says my promiscuous radio
human opportunity cost born
the weakest hung out to die
in the sun
the weak be obliged
mother make your choice
(xv)
A preacher on a podium prophesies
the apocalist was drawn
sceptre and crown tumbleth down
in its place reigneth
the arrogance of silence

it came to pass
on many a fortnight away
he tumbleth away and down
herald to his passing word

a word made flesh
dwelling among the putrid and putrefactions
in his place reigneth
the poor crooked sceptre and crown
(xvi)
Ides of June
sweet sentiments sniff at the remains
of a dictator=s soul

Passover time dear lord
we have smeared our lintel with his blood
saviour now do not pass us by.
(xvii)
Notice that the difference in the spelling of regimen and regiment
is t. thus the t when fully crossed after the dotted i transforms a life
promoting word into a unit of human batteries used for crushing life.
which is why the word gun can be used to kill a gnu because the u has
taken the place of the n in the semantic order. attempts to explain this
phenomenal boisterousness of the english language will essentially culminate in futility or headaches. fodamore god is spelt in two ways
one with a small letter g and the other with a capital letter g to
explain nuances and the african one and blood is the same
every place whether in america or accra or in the dictionary or
spilled in somalia or is donated transfused drunk or used to
manufacture bread and blood tonics.

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