Can I? Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Can I tell you l love you or I hate you?
Can I tell you I hate that I love you?
Can I tell you how I hate your smile?
Can I brief you on my lost hair at the
Moment I saw your dark nakedness?


Can I naked your thoughts in their eyes?
Can I make your head a talking drum?
Can the moon visit the minds of those
Lost sons of yours before the new rain?
If you were to be taken to my heart,
Can you shine like the sun and blindfold
The bacteries in my manhood?

Make haste of your laughter for it is killing
The man that I used to be at noon before the dusk.
Last night I told my story to the moon,
He loved the guts of my bravity but can
I tell you that he hate that I love you?


Remember I can make your eyes a bleeding tap,
Remember I can call the sun on your white face,
Remember nothing is in your eyes that is not in my
Head and nose whenever you fart like the Romans.
Can I tell you why you mother that childless mother?
Can I bath your emotion with emotional stories?


Honestly, I should have told the air to take away
That breath that makes you human when you left,
I should have told your unborn child of your cruelty dancing along the road when you had him.
Get off the road! Get off my life you beast! !
Smile to those out there not me 'cause I have
Seen the nakedness of your woman and it stings.


When mother comes, cry not of loss of a husband;
Your dirty underwears made the monster in me.
Tell father not to worry about my intention,
I'm already driving towards grace and love.
That woman with white chocolate teeth is
In fact, a pigeon in my head now and; tomorrow.



Can I tell you that you smell like the He- goat
And no fragrance can make you better?
I have bathed today but the fart in your body betrayed my cleanliness at the gate of the compound.
Your hair as tell as the pig's tail swinging for fun,
Can I tell you that I hate you but, I cannot tell you to go and I cannot tell you to stay?


(C) john chizoba vincent