Jolomi Amuka

Rookie (Lagos)

Working Title - Poem by Jolomi Amuka

How did you do it?
I don't know,
You closed the loop.
So write this down,
The sky feels heavier when you not around.
W224, the code-less cryptograph,
Indicating your esteemed return.
And through your bloodshot eyes,
I see myself fighting for existence,
Like a ballerina with a peculiar attitude,
Tip-toeing on frozen grass fields,
Reflecting broken time frames,
Circumventing the 4th dimension.
Killing you won't make me weak,
It will only exalt my curse-ed profession.
She doesn't know,
So don't tell her so,
Or my life would be traded for coke and gold.
And though I might seem young, yet old,
My misson is and has been to survive untimely ills,
Evade the loop,
Retrain the troops.
This is my musical,
I decoded the truth.
A baby I might be,
But I offer wet dreams to dry streams,
Like Mr Maker,
I am your rain negotiator.

Comments about Working Title by Jolomi Amuka

  • Gajanan Mishra (1/21/2013 8:05:00 PM)

    I offer wet dreams to dry streams. good.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

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