Felix Bongjoh Poems

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Flames of gold
orchids
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Mother, crawl your eyes over
flames of specks left after a fire.
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Nightflower
The ship cuts horizon,
Crimson yelling behind,
Where sky kisses sea
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Thick like a banyan tree trunk
dressed in slithering snakes
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Let your door
explode
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Sprout. Bloom. Sprout
and bloom and bloom
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The last rays of the sun
drop into my room,
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In the coughed-out
Hurricane and drummed boo
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No sun, no shadow.
Night bower shines with cold coals,
Hearth's deep pit.
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A breeze clicks
and whispers
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