Felix Bongjoh

Shisong-Bui, Cameroon
Felix Bongjoh
Shisong-Bui, Cameroon
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Sun Of Moonlight


Tick-tock past pitch night.
But light stretches its oval
shark- and whale-wide mouth.

Swallowing my dark world
with bright stretchy rays
and sun's unfolding corona,

cotton and pearl sheets
wrapping me up with Sirius,

as its flashlight digs deep
into my sinking gorge's cave
and scoops me out

of my thick ballooned bed
overcrowded with an anthill
of pricking sheets and blankets
chewed and spat out as light.

Mid-day at midnight.
How sun has taken over
moon to spray stitched slices
of light running through
spectrums of ashy cream.


Spraying wind-thin white
plastic to slap more layers
and razor-sharp edges of light
to shave room and me
into low creeping hairs.

Trimming and razing low
my melting silhouette
no longer cave-dark,
but wearing a glass gown.

A transparent nylon
thins out to bleached silk.

A brightness unclothes
my comet-tail world
with showers of night sun.

Plastic sheets breathe in
other paper-thin films
of daisy spray to land flat
on me, as moon rays open
and flip me over slowly

with more brightening light
from the moon's white
coconut bulb spinning cream
and powder over bone white.

My room's fleshy layers
and deep corners
are flipped over faster and faster
by bold hands of light,

their contours rolled over
lightly like a thin album
of plastic-covered photos
in the hands of wind.

Pouring down glass
to expose deep corners
of my room lying like
pieces of a flying mid-day.


How night's daylight flies light
through a cornsilk and cotton
tunnel of moonlight,
night still brightening its sun of moon.

How sun flies a white condor
of light, widening its wingspan,

as it lands its full bird
to flap brighter wings of light
over me, as an eclipse
floats a new gown of night.

Pushing me deep, deep
into a caved trench of night,
its roof carrying no speck
of a splashed star to show me

the glossy floating moon
that took me to a firmament
of ostrich-eyed scanning rays -

only to flip me back again
through a smoke-filled corridor

to a deep, darkening volcano
of night rumbling with snores
the thick opaque color of the unknown.

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