When I was child
i draw cartoons
In my head you'll see soon
Eventually, and maybe after
I'm dead. We'll see
The cacoon is unwrapped, and I'm-
I'm excited for a busy night
whatever that entails, hiding in closets or
embracing the streetlamps over a baby's wail
Ye-Yo!
The music stops short
Of cracky scale skin faces
gripped by the teeter totter, when
one way won't face it.
I ask a chief if he can help me find
that grail in time
or take out the abstract boredom, stuck
deep inside the heart of rhyme (or was it in my mind?)
But, I geuss, no matter where steel
gets pounded, the men's faces will always suffer...
Benjamin Black-Odinma
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