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THE FIRST DAY I SAW HER, I KNEW WHAT I WANTED

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The first day I saw her, I knew what I wanted. What I wanted was not something I would ever be able to tell anyone else I want. “I want to do things to you, things that you will like, so much that you will never want to leave me.” To leave me would be impossible for her, even though my actions would show her that I only want to do crazy things. Crazy things are all I want to do to her, nothing more. Nothing more do I have. I have only crazy, orgasmic thoughts in me. In me, the seed of emotions have been castrated, cut at the roots, wilted like leaves in fall. “Fall for my charm and be doomed, sweet princess. Sweet princess, in my heart is your bliss and your doom, all yours to have and hold.” To have and hold me is to have fire and ice. Fire and ice, hot now is what I am – cold in a while . A while in my arms will leave her melted. Melted, she will heat up and vaporize from the fires of my kisses. My kisses will leave your nipples erect and your backs taut like an

SERMON ME, CURSED SINNER-MAN!

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are you not Heaven’s gateman? sermon this cursed sinner-man! pause not to think! coerce me to unthink!. you’re Heaven’s gateman sermoning cursed sinner-man. spit damning words in legion! force-feed me with religion! fill my Faith’s lean ears with Hell fire fears. are you not Heaven’s gateman? sermon this cursed sinner-man!

a vase in porn

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a pen-each axed a words-meat to right a vase in porn for eyes to fist. as his pen’s pun its beading is his cum-and! so he deed!

MORE THAN THE EYES CAN SEE

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there’s always more than the eyes can see! above sea waves, eyes will find a lot to fancy – if you’ll look further, more things wait undersea. if you’ll listen further, more sounds will emerge: hasty ears hear not what crafty lips submerge  – there’s more to hear than the initial surge!

LIMPING PENIS AND BREASTS

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Old couple:  Marcia Michael Photography i am lifeless penis hiding in greyed forest life rode me without curtsy! you are tired breast slumped on wizened chest fate milked you without mercy! we are wedded us limping penis and breasts time launders our love-jersey.

THE DAY I ‘KILLED’ MY EX-GIRLFRIEND AT AHMADU BELLO UNIVERSITY

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When my phone rang and Sadiya’s name appeared on its screen, my heart skipped a beat? Had she changed her mind? I waited for the third ring before I picked up the phone and pressed the received button. No word escaped my mouth as I placed the phone near my ear, waiting for her to speak first. A clumsy 10 seconds passed before she coughed, that dry awkward cough. “When can I come to see you,” she said. Sadiya had not changed. Her voice was still soft. It was still perfect. It was still… That moment, I could feel my heart in my mouth, choking the bitter, angry words I had planned for a day like this.  I had promised myself to be bitter. To make her cry. But as her words sank in, I was disarmed. “I’m in the hostel now,” I said. I was ashamed at how hoarse my voice sounded. She must be feeling triumphant now, I thought. The ‘click’ of the call disconnecting brought me out of my brief reverie. Sadiya, ah! What a girl! Almost three months ago, she had left me

PENCIL-MARK PLEASURE

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Why be the fool And make yourself a tool Of pencil-mark pleasure, Subject to undue erasure? Only a fool lives for the woman Who wishes she were the man; Take her kisses and her hugs And you’ll be one of her dogs! Man wake up from your slumber And hear these words of a brother! Love, if you will, the pretty women, But think not like a laying-hen. Accept her love and her promise But do not bask in it with ease. For, the day she finally leaves, You will wilt like pruned leaves! Never you break your woman’s heart Or she’ll fight you like a wounded cat. Tell her she’s pretty, tell her she’s sweet, But never you tell her your secret! This poem was written in 2005 after a rather painful heartbreak. 

WE WILL BOTH CROSS

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we are foes. heaven knows. i ponder over here, you worry over there – there is a river in between. each of us must cross to win. bring your hammer, i have nails... soon, we shall cross on sturdy rails!