*I CAN('T) MARRY A POET(ESS)* !
Why welcome a stance of nullity,
In the presence of overwhelming ability,
Why doubt the prowess of the poets,
When they are celestials Among human,
Like the swift arms of the drummer,
They beat the pristine wall of sheets,
Invoking its ephemeral voice,
With their wonderlike pen.
I'll marry a poetess,
In the court of poetic verse,
With my poems as the brideprice,
And,during our oath of love,
I'd create a path of simile and metaphor,
I'd take her hands on a ride of quills,
With low and unvoiced exchange of words,
As my promise to be with her,
In eternal Bliss of inks and sheets.
I'll marry a poetess,
For the breakfast of antonyms,
And the dinner of synonyms,
For the last verse of my anthology,
When I'm lost of word to
pen down,
I'll marry a poetess,
For the salacious touch of words,
Tempted by my wanton needs for scribbles,
To the orgasm of climatic writing,
In the death hours of the nights,
And the cool morning tea of literature.
Comrade Negro.
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FantasyA Collection Of Poems And Short Stories From The Best Writers At Lagos State University.
