When thinking of my past, I feel troubles reoccurring.
Lactating limps lounging around cleaved limbs….. Retorting
Collaborations with cramped abject distorted visions of prose
Scenes of picture, poetry and paper hot wild and unrestricted verbose
Cantaloupe galloping on the heel of progressive healing
Bridging an overture of praise, kindly, calmly but bleeding
I am not scared, Orange sparks and screaming larks leave me high
Now guess what… Tonight I Die.
Scrounge for the cringe and bait the binge
Wade and waddle in the cuddle to be brought to hitch
Authority on what is or ought not to be kitsch
Promise the labels will be disposed of and my corpse left rich
Can it, will it, be charmed before it slights and slithers?
Pique my one way day retribution and cash the new generation hitters
My Grande Frappuccino leaves me seeking your acquiescence.
Might not be true but … Tonight I Die
Live wondering why it is SO hard, only to be TOLD…
Reciprocity a foreign concept to fraught clarity of old
Respect is just a minimum requirement for tools fools hold.
What seems to be needed might bring forth tears and fears,
What is wanted might clamber and come to pass with jeers.
Too much to reminisce, situations in high colour SO vivid
Intensity coated with candour lights life’s lessons leaving living livid
Might transcend transference! But … tonight I DIE.
Accessions bore witness to gravel phones of tone.
Reverence is circumspect and castrated by Lone
wondering about reasons for changing decisions… Illusions?
Wallow and wait to see if this checkmate is flayed with contusions.
If not tonight, WHEN?
Tonight? Not if I claim mime.
Hate prevails for them who analyse potent misconceptions of a line.
Hounding the tragic roach, ant-like existence mirrored in us
I died tonight knowing… Tonight I DIE.
Seyi “S@ge” Awolesi
Chastity chastely cascaded calmly…