by IKPOBARI SENEWO | |
Published on: Jan 24, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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When I fall within the cracks, Nay, they say, through the cracks, I land within feet of my anthill; The landing staircases stream From without crooking about Like an accursed smoking snake; That is, when I fall within the cracks, Nay, they say, through the cracks. The other night, I was just sitting Don’t ask me “where?” because ‘Where’ is nowhere…just the hood! This is very confusing, you know Crack, what other names Is it called? Don’t flip your Eyes at my cracker. Don’t trip. Like cookies? Want to get Confused the more? Go for The lexicon. Go for cracks; They crack my wound wide open, My bondage cracks between its Seams…I bleed freely…freely! Crack this, crack that, Use crack, don’t use crack, It’s medicinal, it’s illicit Words, fables, confusions! Crack within the cracks Not worth it that I, nay We, fall through the cracks. Not in the hoods no-more! « return. |