Waiting
Waiting to give a talk at a symposium at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Miami, FL.
It was fun. I met many people.
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Phallic Nipple
We are getting close to the end of the architectural sculpture.
TWO ROCK STARS
TWO ROCK STARS
ROCK 1:
I wish I were a rock of salt.
Then I won’t be so insulted.
Here I sit at the bottom of the stream
pelted by water
pecked by fishes
pinched by crabs
unseen, uncelebrated by man
useless to him and his art.
I wish I were a rock of salt
FISHES OR CRABS
FISHES OR CRABS
ẸJA M BÁKÀN?
Artist: Moyo Okediji
Title: Fishes or Crabs? (Ẹja m Bákàn?)
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Date: 2018
In a nation of thieves
In a nation of thieves
the innocent
is a criminal.
Ha ha ha ha.
Don’t quote me o!
GOOD FAKE NEWS
Photo: still in solitary confinement at home.
I’m not taking the vaccine.
Not yet.
Waiting to see what happens.
The lack of sunlight is depleting the melanin shield of my skin.
But I take Vitamin D supplements to compensate for a lack of access to sunlight.
Last night I was looking for my pet elephant and discovered it was hiding inside my beard.
That’s fake news.
Good fake news.
Captive No More (III)
Captive No More (III)
7.
Music is the language of tragedy,
and dance, the vocabulary of trauma.
Silence, the death of feelings,
marks the beginning of madness.
After my great grandmother in vain
yelled the name of her son, Akin,
several times, and got no response,
she stepped outside and scanned
where he was playing,
and yelled his name again,
when she did not see him there
her stomach sank
because down in the pit of her womb
she knew he was gone.