Echezonachukwu Nduka Poems

now that the streets are stripped
and keys lock themselves in defiance,
should nudity blind the eyes of minors?
now that the streets are filled with dry tongues
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i
ENTRY:

with your hands in your pockets,
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We met at a bar in Birmingham on a night
When booze baptized you
And the world lost its shape:
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If in my sleep tonight I cut the ropes
And hear not the bell that wakes the day
Say me a prayer
That all may carry my songs to dark
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Through my half-open window,
She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmth
As gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out.
My radio sleeps too.
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I
rise with your troubles from where you lay,
the love you seek here left last night.
she left with all her mementoes too.
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purple robes adorn our bodies
as stench from decaying
limbs signal turbulence.
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Sinners must go to hell or so I’m told.
That is, if they repent not.

Preachers’ picture of hell is doom. Hell is no home.
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Dry petals, broken filaments and anthers
Make mockery of my balcony,
These frowning flowers tell poignant tales.
On Val’s eve, they bloomed. Their scents wafted
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When journeys begin and end at the beginning,
We question the place where life vanished.

When a flowery pen’s ink was snatched and spilt;
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