Griefs and Formulas.
...Flowers, pearls, peals of laughter, goodness, suave, graceful,
Cat eyes, French bread, lion gait, lush potatoes. Caribbean honey,
Good heart. He's such a body of satiating chimera...
She is reciting you like the names of God,
And the list is the body of a sea.
Add verbs, Pro nouns, adjectives, phrases,
Sentences, and then blushes.
She sits there, transcribing and memorising you.
It's the eighth day of your resumption at her school,
And you already are a grand master in all subjects —
Knowing formulas to all kinds of griefs.
And girls, like mathematics and hunger, are griefs,
that give joy when suantly solved.
It's Math class and the teacher demands you come out and solve some griefs;
Those ones about the world axis and poignant angles and lost Xs and wandering Ys.
And there she sits, discovering hundreds of you,
Her eyes labeling all the aliens in your body –
Rabbit ears, Arabian jaws, fragile, 6feet....
And like a dictionary, you become a condominium of meanings.
But there's a reason you carry a Troy wall around,
Because just like now, You have always been a deserted god –
first loved but dislodged from your shrines,
That time you think you've found home,
With those mouths that christened you, rechristening you –
...Regrets, pseudo, pride, ugly, misfortune, empty, snail, feeble....
Then you'd become a leper – a god without worshippers.
She's memorising you still, and unlike the rest before her,
She discovers all of you at once, staring hard at the bad words;
Words like ...allodoxaphobia, illiberality, megalomaniac, mephistophelean, regrets, pseudo, empty...
So, you think she'll stay, but like the rest,
she knows it will take a lifetime to transcribe those kind of words to her dialect.
And again there's a grief you can't solve.
There's only one formula to solving your grief,
someone who knows before the journey
That you are a road with many bends, stretch marks and pot holes,
Yet, will be ready to drive on you.
Someone, who can work your equation.
© Segun Michael O.
...Flowers, pearls, peals of laughter, goodness, suave, graceful,
Cat eyes, French bread, lion gait, lush potatoes. Caribbean honey,
Good heart. He's such a body of satiating chimera...
She is reciting you like the names of God,
And the list is the body of a sea.
Add verbs, Pro nouns, adjectives, phrases,
Sentences, and then blushes.
She sits there, transcribing and memorising you.
It's the eighth day of your resumption at her school,
And you already are a grand master in all subjects —
Knowing formulas to all kinds of griefs.
And girls, like mathematics and hunger, are griefs,
that give joy when suantly solved.
It's Math class and the teacher demands you come out and solve some griefs;
Those ones about the world axis and poignant angles and lost Xs and wandering Ys.
And there she sits, discovering hundreds of you,
Her eyes labeling all the aliens in your body –
Rabbit ears, Arabian jaws, fragile, 6feet....
And like a dictionary, you become a condominium of meanings.
But there's a reason you carry a Troy wall around,
Because just like now, You have always been a deserted god –
first loved but dislodged from your shrines,
That time you think you've found home,
With those mouths that christened you, rechristening you –
...Regrets, pseudo, pride, ugly, misfortune, empty, snail, feeble....
Then you'd become a leper – a god without worshippers.
She's memorising you still, and unlike the rest before her,
She discovers all of you at once, staring hard at the bad words;
Words like ...allodoxaphobia, illiberality, megalomaniac, mephistophelean, regrets, pseudo, empty...
So, you think she'll stay, but like the rest,
she knows it will take a lifetime to transcribe those kind of words to her dialect.
And again there's a grief you can't solve.
There's only one formula to solving your grief,
someone who knows before the journey
That you are a road with many bends, stretch marks and pot holes,
Yet, will be ready to drive on you.
Someone, who can work your equation.
© Segun Michael O.
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