Stray bullet?

Nurudeen Mikaila

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Tuesday 8 April 2025

FLAME INVOCATION

Kiss! Kiss!!

Let this dry parchment of a mind

Relish the inky nectar

Of a silver tip pen

Wiggle! Wiggle!!.

Let this shriveled fingers...

dare!

The inducing snarl of a sacred 'bata'

dribble!

The potholes of an evocative flute

Taunt!

The sacrilegious boredom of parched feet

Rouse them!

Ragged souls/soles, pinning/peeling away

(Bearing the abominable strokes of a desecrating harmattan)

To;

Pelting grey and smoky dust

Wrecking skeletons in this ritual dance of an inflaming passion

Since this old bell chimes in

Whisking my mind to fertile Fields unsown

Tons upon tons of ink away in that brown snow

Since this waiting tears retract...

tear eyed!

Collaging granites of broken misery

Beneath smelly pots of idle ink

Since this sweaty pen cringe dispassionately

Underneath the muscles of an imposing thumb...

Sacred flames rear tears!

Serrated fiery tongues of imagination...

Lash out!

Heat up this silver tip to etch...

Red hot tattoos on this fleshy filth

Scribble!

Icy tears and sweats on this withering papyrus

Erupt !

Bloody magma from these cold volcanic veins...

For my imaginations are a friendly fire

Eating through the hard core of my sturdy sole

A dirty but ardent beard of burning shrub

Running through the cracked cheek of an harmattan wrought soul

And as sparkling pixels elope from the blazing lot

Ripping up the night with passionate buzzes

My artificial soles flee off my naked feet

My knees kiss the burning harmattan clay

My heartless self Yields a heartquake..

And so much for consulting a burning shrub

Beyond the nile my stray feet venture

... towards the presidential Villa

My wind-pipe yelling "let my aliens go"

Aliens?..

Aliens!! Aliens!!!!

And after a few hundred days multiplying none

these scarab beetle squadrons emerge from the harmattan clay

Avengers of the villain of a long redundant imagination

Riding dung balls of rustic inspiration over this brown snow

And before long this rejuvenated parchment...

Kiss!!/Kissed!!

Relishing with scarred lips an

d appetizing abhorrence

The inky magma of a silver tip pen.

Nurudeen Mikaila

Tuesday 8 April 2025

Stray bullet?

A wild whistle deflates the ruffled wind

The tense coliseum stiffens feeling for its luxated spine

Rumours of an impending bullet puncture, shove;

anxious dick-and-harrys Into shades

Victims of the blow exchanges into shacks and shelters

Another down!!

Comes the news whirring majestically aloft dust

Spiralling into our leather coated ear-drums

And rolling behind, a convoy of puzzlement

As to the assailed...

"Fleet or foe" tiptoe the whispers stealthily scaling the electrified fences of eager lips

But the eyes of the courier and recipient both hurl their eyes at the sweaty sky for a quick tete-a-tete...

Null!!

But alas every hungry ear straightens up

Rummaging the ear bursting silence for a single din

And it dramatically arrives in screams and wails

Frenzied Supplications soar over the chaotic space

Compassionately ejected for safe passage of the deceased

"Stray bullets" The cry padlocks our empathy ready lips

"A little lad" Reigns the rumour

"She was hawking/buying tomatoes them

When the aberrant pellet assailed her little head

Bless her good soul, rest in peace"

These faces deformed with pity produce..

And the backbiting guns startled from their snooze spring back to action..

As these metallic killers engage in an exchange of curses

with their deafening, life-threatening baritone...

And tell me,

Does/should life go on?

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