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Hey, world out there
Hey, world out there
I hunker down here
and hail you, dear friend,
for we now live in the world
of virtual friends
but you can’t hug anymore.
We live in a new world.
FISHERS OF MEN
Fat turds float on top
of the water well
in 9ja social waters
dressed to look like fishes:
they are not
the ones you seek,
Far below the layers of turds
you will find spring waters
Those who love you
Those who love you
often don’t let you know;
you may discover their love
in their whispers, looks or gestures.
But it is those who hate you
that shout hostility at you loud and clear.
My patience.
My patient is dead. I pulled out the stethoscope, and thermometer, took the temperature, measured the…
Waiting
Waiting to give a talk at a symposium at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Miami, FL.
WE ARE ERUPTING
We are erupting, we are the ones born to fly to open wide the feathers of our wingsand like a kite without a careto soar far above the fence
