Midnight Convocation Gather this midnight under the suns that stay Watch my child respond to woman and my woman cede to child Gather this midnight under the suns that stay Watch my mother rearrange fates in all the decibles she calls me forth in Gather this midnight under the suns that … More Some poems you probably missed- I
you’re just the support i need to keep things together in place strapped safe most days the rest you’re a bad bra messing things up at their spine. _SBM.
What happens, Ma when the way home is through sand dunes? Do I pitch tents and make home where strength fails or do I dance with the sands And change with the plans? Do I make my monuments and trust the wind’s promise to immortalise them or do I keep my words till there’s … More Loose Sands
I have spent 3 hours denouncing my calling on a paper, preparing to present it to you While I mounted this poduim, this manifesto of a new realization of what would work for this nation only I rule, its new direction my documents flew So now, extempore, here it is: Ironic happenings sometimes show … More Jumpstarters and Sustain-pedals
let’s cook gourmet and one-ladle it out to the centre of 10-inch wide white china and sprinkle over it, with what kind of deliberate carelessness, whatever sauce in striking colour- black or red or yellow, even green indulge in this food, you can understand the poetry on your tongue when you’ve learnt to mention … More gourmet.
I know you believe you’re a river I know you believe your soul is fluid and that when life turns up the heat, you’d only change states and float in the air and collect yourself back into the form you think you’re made to be when the temperature feels like home the parts of you … More Staccato
how did i come to live by calendared days and clocked times? this faulted illusion of my eternal being. –SBM.