UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
the mind is sometimes a guest-
book inked in vehement calligraphy,
a map whose north and south
poles exchange seats by the second.
sunlight and syllable shuffle in,
neatly arranged, and return to source
arrayed into a dark disorder.
this, is the simple magic of mania.
cobwebs clog the four corners
of mind, reality-shows auto-shooting
in the staid studios of consciousness.
pills tango in the infinite corners
of madness, bearing the impotence
of chemical light, terse rainbows
guest-appearing in the night sky.
the mind is sometimes a guest
book where words lock us out, sealing
themselves in bunkers of new meaning.
They examine my nakedness,
Gazing at my ancient
Chipped soles, my forlorn soul.
Those eyes diagnose
My vilest musings, plough
Arid swathes of pocket, mock
My fingers (frozen in air
In the search for a responding
Handshake). A wounded
Mind – or eyes that wound?
The Modern Woman's New English Guide
Virginity used to be the definition
Of pure, the safety
Catch for weapons of mass arousal...
-- The Blog of Lamentations.
mutual infidelity is the new english,
the synthetic plastic of purity. Other
required accoutrement include the helmet of Fear
(not of God & disgrace; but of the clock),
the safety-catch (once made from the family name,
but now from rubber), the belt of scalpel-carved comeliness
and artificial nails daubed daily with the brilliance of feminism.
Tolu Ogunlesi was born in 1982. He is the author of a collection of poetry Listen to
the Geckos Singing From A Balcony, (Bewrite Books, UK, 2004). His fiction and poetry
have appeared in Wasafiri, Sable, Orbis, Eclectica, Stickman Review, VLQ, Inkpot,
Mississippi Review, Times Arts Review, Smoke: A London Peculiar, 500 Nigerian Poets,
Sentinel Poetry Quarterly, Camouflage, Pindeldyboz and Subtle Tea among others. He
lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
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