Smoking In The Midnight Poem by Joshua Nnachi

Just in my little pony friendship
(Zephyr's whisper soft and chilly)
Dancing to my keyboard's tunes
(I sit at the backyard, bare-skinned)
Dousing drags of weed.

Remnants of it people the sandy soil before my ruddy eyes;
A sincere sacrifice with wistful mockery...

A partner's footsteps grace the air;
Then a choir of dry mango leaves and mosquitoes
Joins the anthem of midnight.

A choking, wheezing breath.
My lungs - a silo filled with rotten incense.

A trickle of sweat forming bodily floods -
My heartbeat!
I have to take off my clothes...

I remember I used to be me.

The i-pad emits her own musical smoke
Grinding the air into powdery particles of poignancy
As my Highlife playlist turns ethereal.

We become immune to death;
The vibe gets irresistible
And I watch me drift slowly into nothingness.

Now that the tapping sensations on my screen
Turn dreamy, grey, noctambulated...
Conversations become lighter
And creamier.

The world is fading...

Fiddling moments unlocking my device;
A series of try and error.

Smoke starts to dip slowly
And I lift an arm of worship dreamily high
While my febrile lips perform the CPR.
...
Now the dying smoke sails back to life;
Again, a sequel of endless puffs begin to anoint my dreamy head, lightening momentarily.

Please, don't turn the music off
Nor let the smoke off!

© Joshua Nnachi (2021) - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED