Dearest, child!

By Iduoze Abdulhafiz

Empty ink!- a proposition face to my dear readers

dear readers,

would love for you to enjoy

the little you can from this

as there is little to enjoy;

preferably read this before

You step in this sun

vibrating gently through spring air

let it melt from you

Come off, away!

Expect and need

nothing

from this comfort,

Nothing
When finally seen, brings

to the wooden table

where ink is served

Nothing!

Empty ink!

Rather, fall, below, be low,

Sink and bellow

scream in subjectivity

Drown in nativity,

empty ink!

1, Be foolish

We all know the earth is flat

A cry a laugh

All the same in this

Endless flow of time.

Sweet child with those light

Flashing through your eyes

There's death

Around the corner,

And he's a man in a suit

Giving you cheques

Calculated hourly,

dished weekly

Quickly spent.

Do you want it

Still, all, for all this

To change

Do you desire a

Another rearrange.

Splash in the mud-!

again! again! again!

Let's time regain!

 2, Live to die, die to live

Is the red fruit not sweet my love?

Is the blue and brown and black?

Is the green?

-!

See the clouds, fat and soft

As cheeseballs,

Do you love

In this real life dream

Fireflies fiercely flick

Birds bare wings wide

Flocking sheeps chew leaves

Mainly regurgitating

Producing milk

In summer rain

Here is the mouse

In your hair while you sleep

Slipped while you were caught

Slipping sleeping

There's some something

For you dear one, happy?

Happy like the sun, golden

Your heart, clean from all filth

Drink to strawberry wishes

And cherry mangoes

With their juices, cool at noon

Blessing your tongue

Caressing sensations

Oozing from the breath of god

After a puff

There once was a rumor

Started among the stars

That talked, they said...

Before being born

Where were we?

 3, Arriving

The train was late and father

was in it again,

the cab broke down.

i am sad as all my friends

are leaving and I'm left

With my teacher, Mrs Abiri

And some other staff

in some other room

far, far away

my teacher joins them

In some other room

and I am left to these thoughts

entertain

As dolls and silly puppets

in a show, showing grand

fascinations
Its rather too loud

tell mommy, brothers sleeping

in a river of his spit

and he might drown,

4, Bone

It could be easier

This threading

Through the needle eye

At the dawn of dusk,

Just light the lamp

And place it closer

And steady your sight

And the flames dances

Its complexities of simple ballet

Done in unordered order

Pout those lips

And do not agree

To this permanent forfeiture

Of pure innocence

And genius music, endless

As water, everywhere

Water every how

The bone is lost happily,

One hates to walk sometimes

And aims at rest

Wishing for all nothing

While aiming at rest

Relief and tenderness

Silence strong, bubbling--

Fondling, keys in attuned hearing

Receiving with solemnity

The heart and color of wonder

5, Lovely lesbians

Your anecdotal life

Throbbing as moving passion,

As meteor heating both

Without and within

With zillions of reasons

Slender time with her fingers

Melodiously pressured the keys

And upset timbre and calibre

As there was nothing like it

Lovely!

Charming!

Exquisitely gay!

It was warm, this profusion

Of sensation rushing as job seekers

And with the intent of springbucks;

Escaping with single pray

May

There used to be a woman knitting

Sitting here by four all Saturday

Every Saturday
She had lovely hair and voice

And usually was accompanied

By another.

They talked--

About unknown moments reach six,

Ups turn and leaves are

And there is this thankful smile

Sent thankfully as gratitude

For closing remarks

It went well

It was helpful

And fun.

6, Soul soothing sauce

Look what you made me do

Despite all you know I did

To prevent it.
See the madman

Looking at us from across

The busy road

And amidst a sea of

Faces, rested in silent busy,

What else might if not?

Shaped into this product of a mould

And rebelling with change and breath

And raw life

In perpetuity

Little gold stones melting

Bubbling for blood

Widening the black eye

Pooling, hoping to pull in

Things pulling pooling

Minds, where is the eight

And the black

And the white

And the purple and gray and the sadness and the forgiveness and the hatred and the boil that kills

with its killing cry of eternal woe

Hear ye and ye morning moan

Whenever finds lone

Do not alone.

Waiting through the thickets

Where possibility pools thickest.

7, Hell

What may one? What!?

What is this voice I hear?

What this smell I smell?

what in living hell...

a cup of scalding water

Placed at the top of the cupboard

pours on the baby

What in living hell

Shrieks so, so, so shrill

and causes fear, provoking

hysteria in this environment

In this sea of leaf

he's to be baptized

And made to eat paper

Till he has a bellyful

Odd thing, what make of this

Where is the safety

When oblivion is spread

Willing as a magic mat

And probably revealing more

lift into worrying atmosphere

Learning the controls

Of this mid nineteen hundred suit

They're not supposed to know

We're even coming

Well here they come

Look alive if you want to stay

That way you maggot

8, Holy shit!

all is holy is shit

books and em bibliotherapeutics

religion and schools and food

And all that is us

Haloed be thy name

thy will is to eat my ass

but I don't feel beautiful today

Holy shit

yesterday was my birthday

and I almost died

And I almost died

and I almost met my maker

deep in caverns of society's thoughts

Come, let's bomb a church

Or a fucking mosque
But no, not a shrine

We all love shrines - peaceful

Haloed be thy name

thy will is to make me curse you

After I fuck you, hello?

9, Somebody was

I used to be innocent

Full of life and food

And brown cold whiskey

Yesterday

I uses to be happy

And in the mood to be

True and perfect in situations

last month I lost my job

and began reading more

and surviving with every drop

of muscle fibre, soul, body,

tirelessly in an avalanche
of life drenching thought birth

what is all this outbursts

Comrade, comrade... collect your self

you forget your self

but I used to be happier

Than this happy...

what indeed is all this

Where did the moon go

all these months I have been

waiting, waiting, dying of wait

wailing and twisting my tongue

In a dirge written by my lungs

In protest of this, this, this

this fool of a transfiguration

Where the seas loose swell

And there is no wetness in air

One finds need of aims of die

 10, regressive progress of magnificent things

Never was I once youth, aged from my birth;

Wrinkles wore well my eyes when I first cried,

Letting loose that tear of loss, sin of breath

Catches up with in seconds chase, finally

From the gradual build up of how death dies

And life chooses to rear its bad ugly.

Fuck. I am here now, well, am I not? dear!

Please be a dear and do shine my shoe

For dusty it is, it is all a ruin,

Before which was dirty magnificence

Brimming with light, kissing air lipped-full

And thoughts of glory its retinue.

Cashmere and mink wears shallow my pride

Of clean fingers and head soaked in mess

And whoever stares stirred to a pale face

Plainly bewildered by undignified

As a poorly trained horse seeing mass death

In mans war that kills who "help's flee" stays way.

How much afternoon is promised for this

Head held high and thinking thoughts through, simply

And by straight part path, and there is the scarred

Watching sea hid at the backing corner

While the nighttime walks near when noon hits peak

And the promise of rain hangs with burnt lips.