Simpa Omoluabi Poems

From the trees, from the grooves, from the fountains
the brides are compelled to a weaver's shed.
Who are you with queer workings that detains
ghosts, leaving chores, to observe you instead?
...

I will wear you out if it is good to wear you out
Address me like a letter bomb
So when I address you
You don't read my message
...

LXXX
See, do not hold your mirror of a moon
Against me for too long face of the noon;
Behind the rite I hear your smack and hiss
...

Riverbank where is your vault,
Through the mazes, your sepulchral fruit?
I see hunters and knights seeking aim…
...

In the breaks of vagrant crusts
Upon prostate adulations
The tranquil egoflamme of omniscience
Yeast the valiant essence with surefire.
...

Muted dreams denies us
our inheritance in stout patches;
and the Lord knows
that I am aware of a lotus
...

The golden swans come out at night
when the harbour sleeps;
they believe they tread
on the dark clouds of dreams
...

I am wistful;

your relic
in perfume, a souvenir, wisps
...

That Adam refused to slay Eve
That Prometheus failed to snuff the life of Pandora
That Prometheus or Adam absconded with Yemoja
That Adam did not destroy Eve
...

Who sees the wind? Who has eyes for the wind?
But still the wind suits its nudity
With leaves dead and dry quick through the city.
Let the wind suit itself though we see her with eyes blind.
...