Footing Poem by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

And again last night I painted my face
with the sun, thus, you became convinced
that you and I should exchange
our industrial position one more time
so that you were the supplier of love
and I was the producer of heart.
Unfortunately, when it was still raining
for me to fix my art, we clashed in your grocery store
over which types of hearts I should
manufacture because your consumers
were demanding love-at-first-sight. So, trying
to cover my gringo because those in your presence
were Latinos, you showed me again Turner's
Burning of the Houses of Lords
and Commons. I was quiet for the whole night
because the parliament passed
the laws in your favour, I revived
my Gothic style.You reminded
me again where I stood in my bedroom studio
to master my diplomacy in this emergency
when you were burning frankincense for the immediacy
to fortify our cooling- off period.
Was your hearts you bought from the other stores
palpitating? Was mine immaculate?
Oh, I forgot to cremate the bodies
you had brought alone side with Rapheal's
unfinished works. And now that you are saying
I must take back my Filippo Lippi and you, your Lucrezia,
is this possible in the hall of brutal illusionism
where even the gods are falling with thunderbolts?
It's here again your sweet smelling perfume has woken
me up from my dark memories, I'm waiting for you.