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SHE SAID I LAUGHED

By World Barnabas

I laughed

at the uprooted strength

of mushy mussy feeder

lingering on the comic canopy

of debased and blunt serration

applauding breeze of patterned motion.

I laughed

in the crystal solid tryst

magnetic enchantment of heart

coloured in thought of rainbow

xerox of kite on eagle’s wing

sprawling to lubricate the golden stone.

 

I laughed

with the workers of narrow path

exploring the magnitude of alcove

riding bicycle in the bushy village

counting tallies of time in sweat

Sewing seriousness on mockery machine.

 

I laughed

gazing costumey wizened alter ego

shapelessly dashing in abyss of scorn

chameleon on the rock of shadeless trail

mounting peacock in mirror of chick

hotcake in town, stale bread at home.

 

I laughed

to see marketers in many cities

animasahuning across gate of currency

magnanimous mistress of merry mood

emeritus striker of dislocated loin

on the roadside and across the riverside.

 

I laughed

at the melting candle on golden stand

at the friction of stiletto to slipper

at the ripe, decaying fruitless fruit

at the magical shrinking of eight to one

at the green morning racing to leafless night.

 

 

I laughed

great thanks to faithful cup of wine

dutiful in splashing condensed milk

kudos to banana along Father Abraham’s street

punctual to growth, sharpened to rake

I laughed, I laughed, I laughed.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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