X (One) Poem by Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

24 hours GMT
in a hole of a wound...traffic...redlighglows...
how many TIME to look...(snowy grave) ...
so that at every decorated
HUNGRY
face...

at Y junction...
the speed of the mind runs downwards( ETC) ...
we buy and sell weselland
BUY
and wetthewings
the taxi is every blood

THE TAXI IS EVERY BLOOD that wet
the WINGS
for us ( HE & SHE) owing
...(WHAT ) ? ..., () ..., ! 24 hours
GMT
how many

TIMES to wait pasting several seasons together...
at every decorated face in a hole of past wounds
we
buy
and (SELL) ... () ..., a dazzling snowy landscape