THE
REMEDIAL URGE by Simpa Omoluabi
A homecoming met with stonecold mushroom soups;
On their way the remedial urge of a primal leper
Was their guiding force
With primordial remedy for broken men
And women beside points of no returns
And happy was the moon with bleeding eyes
Listening to howling spirits making their way
To take their
place
In dark fables in a stable of headless stallions
With marionettes in there hanging to margin of errors
Exhuming old graves to bury their selves
Patch their tattered
ghosts
With the holy ghost workers of the labor union jackals
Plunging down donkey lane
Coming to the primal mirror of the primal eagle
To see a face rosy with ebony rosiness
Where the glimmers of lunacy is sharp to strike the unlucky
A welcoming home met with cold mushroom soups
There were days and nights we did regret teddy bear
Six feet kicking the primordial fluvial wine empty of dreams
Showing us dragon fly in ascendance to a half-moon
Cutting short two untouchables making love like broken ‘tooth fairies
Gladiator of another kill picking battle time grapes across
A burialgrounded forest with no grapevine in sight
Sirens making enchantments in a plutonic grave
Sirens taking confessions in a mercurial tomb
Under the influence of a secret service request
With our mousetraps we go to the house of the animal with six
feet
To remind some seven underworld judges they are forever under
my feet.
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