POETRY
Poetry is that one spirit telling a madman to cross a busy road with his eyes closed.
Poetry is that one thread hiding below the root of the big Iroko tree refusing it to retire.
Poetry is that one button pinned to the center of this big universe that builds phlegm on my lips.
Poetry is that one sole that holds the leathers of my heart together even when it gets crushed.
Poetry is that one curtain I draw open in my ears to hear the black owl make warnings of the dangers ahead.
Poetry is that one eyed ant that speaks to me in big proverbs and parables which I cannot comprehend.
Poetry is that one man that burns my lightness with black and red candles as my hairs grasp darkness.
©MAYOR JAKE (26TH DEC, 2017)

Baba, I meet you here again, it's nice!