The Retro Journey Begins: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn Poem by Fred Omorogbe

That period again, the yuletide! Periods to retro twist your mind. Sober reflections, oh I must mention… the highs and lows, success… sorrows. I made the best of my Christmas day… an opportunity, I reckon, to sleep… or play.
Then came, the call… time for the mall. Great fun for all… was thrilled for sure.

I lodged in a grand hotel in style, to cap the daylong freaky miles. Time for some snacks and drinks; unwind… straight to the pool I went… reclined. Now alone, mind-boggling zone, my head tries retro-life bemoan. I fight it off with tricks I mustered, more drinks, more drinks… Oh what a cluster.

Made hurried friends to quench the drench, loneliness, I guess might be the trench. It worked… For a while, drinks, jokes and smiles… then came rainfall, all ran…the hall. The session continues… unperturbed, gibbering rubbish… Booboo galore. CNN reports from a tube above… seem quite so far, ‘cohol filled curve.

The news! The news! ! Oh yes the news… Kept blaring in my ears… enthused. I turned to stare with awesome glare… Message of hope… beyond compare.
Now I’m glued, to the newfound tube… contrasting news leaves me confused. Gradually I listened in, my eyes and ears in disbelieve… What news? What news? ? … You may enthuse; I leave your mind and thoughts to rouse.

So wrapped, I starred in space, transfixed… was set adrift on memory bliss. That force, that thing that led to drinks… hits me with ease, I can’t resist. The gist and jokes now seem so far… bewildered, a sultry world apart. Pictures unfold in space with ease… memories indeed, are made of these.

I saw the good, bad, ugly and sad… Uuuuh, it made me feel so glad. To think I’ve made it well this far… hmmm, oh what a past I’ve had. It’s been so long… my devious self, I saw so clear, could touch and shelf. The “naughties”, the tricks… Deceitful spree… the “girl shy” tags… Giggles attack

Adrift I went in search for more… my past unfolds, just can’t repose. Oh wait! ! ! Did I just say “girl shy”? ? ? … That tickles my funny bones to cry. Get this; my love life I despise… it makes me moan and grin with fright… You know, half here, half there…to share? ? ? Ok, I’ll let you in… don’t flare!

I sink deep down my seat; with ease… a sip could wet my wholesome feel. My first love thrills rewound, revealed. This makes for awesome love retreat. Where do I start? So much to say, my first love maze… before my face… “YOUR MALT DRINK SIR! ! ! ” Waiter exclaimed… he jerks me back to life again.

continues in 'The mind drift'.