Fuchsia - Poem by ogunlade john
Just a novice in Chicago to clinch a victory
Skyscraper turn neck in four-cardinal point in stealth
Holding the suite-case, jerk at front, curling hair lady
Quickly, Wow! Exhibition book pleading for go day bed
Will I call you, ''Lord of kiss suspicious dark generation''
Laugh, ''You kid my heart'', ''have a good day luck'
Tell me did she what, I know, their part globalization
Trek the journey far away from the writer club
I felt dizzy and hit my busy head on the crane
Bleeding, I fell beside the Fuchsia hanging down
Red and white invent lactose nostril demur crowd take
''That lady hate my luck'', unconscious, take in oxygen frown
Fuchsia is like my wife on the floor
Come home, smell our goodness, move the pawn.
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