Poetry

HURRAY FOR THE RAIN ROD – Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Hurray for the rain rod,
Landlord of the other room!
In and out, out and in, indescribably;
To and fro, fro and to, inexplicably;
Until it gases out an infuriated ocean
Into the deepest corner of the other room,
Whose hairy rooftop forbids
The face of the rising Sun,
Whose temperate tunnel
Detests the light of the midnight moon,
Whose sumptuous sweetness
Transcends the thought of the tasting tongue,
Where reason fatally falls flat –
Prevailing passion, presenting the leading light!

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Bada Yusuf Amoo