Market night
7th July, 2015 Writers
Honks,sirens and flies,
Mixed on a dirty,tainted street,
A passing phobia of human noise,littering the fairest state of a decent scene,
No lost to wonder,just a horrific hurstle blatant and unweary.
Chicken feathers and rotten tomatoes smear the tar,a drifting collapse of hurried job,
Steps and footsteps,grab and leave the oil stain at the tip of your shirt,
Raw,rugged lips meet on a stupid fellow clawed in his accusation,
Spiral of sweat make way under the open sky to give a putrid effect,
Then we take our gretchen bag home and solid.
Lagos, Nigeria
  • A poem that images the human trajectory along a personal,intimate and violently beautiful line of extractions.

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