Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji Poems

I smell the rod,
It smells so bad.
I used to be a free bird
Before I came, behind this bar.
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My friend! My fiend!

The little I have, we spend together
Either good or bad, we are both in the weather.
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I have had times
When I bake poems all alone
I have been heard
Speaking on the street all alone.
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The wounds never heal
They bleed still
Not from my thighs
From my shattered heart
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While you await the show
Of my shameful end
Like a dough,
Upon a well-bleached oil
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Where art thou! Where art thou!

When I was paddling
The canoe of life
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I am Almajiri

The rallying bee
To the food vendors
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Men call this mourning
But, it is the morning
Of the first day without you
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Twenty Ten Twenty

Flowers singing deeply
Flags turned windy
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Eyes may go bloody
Dry nostrils watery
Palms taking turns of rest
On the fore of an emotionally busy head
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