Dawn has a hymn
It sounds like water greased in a piano played by crickets.
Don’t ask me what I mean, only God knows.
Even when I wake up early, lately I feel like i’m still dreaming
Sleep on that thought, I’ll come back to it if my amnesia doesn’t remember me to forget.
So I was on a bed;
disoriented, lingering hangover whilst my brain was stitching last night’s memories.
I sat up, I gazed at a familiar stranger in the sheets,
was this my home or hers?
These days I can’t tell.
This Bad Cancer Tho…
Its her place, the tell tale sheets figure it out.
Next thought; usai me phone day? My hands rove under the bedspread and I remember with a slight giggle,
way me korkoh padi say some too cheap for call sheets.
I mean the sheets, not her
But fuck it…
Who go know baing?
So my hands were busy searching for my kori kori fone,
they dance and trace over the maps of her skin which I laid claimed and made conquest to yester-night.
I let my hands linger in the soft crevices.
Lord forgive me,
you forgave David and blessed Solomon.
I’m just a lowkey conquerer with no land to call home.
Other ego laced thoughts butt in like.
Did I win here?
Or did my strokes come fast first like Usain.
No time to dwell on that.
I find my phone.
Destination: Jump go WhatsApp
Eyes scan what and who to reply…
Fuck a two blue tics..
so I switch my data off and read,
a recipe for future denials to say,
‘ I never saw your message’.
With a sly chuckle in my head that I feel within that dark half stone muscle I call a heart.
I feel alive;macho like a mexican cartel Boss yet dead inside.
All whites gone…cocoa leaf broke, unsaintly.
This Bad Cancer Tho…
She awakens, I know.
I feel her before I hear the yawns tasting where she had my madinka snake in,
Such a crude thought imagery, mama forgive me , you raised me to be a decent gent but I fell off.
I smell her before her hands reach the nape of my neck,
my Bvlgari cologne is all over her,
the hint of whiskey she drank from my red cup scintillates around her too.
She says GM.
Funny she doesnt call the words , just ,G M.
I, L O L within.
Even better i’mma eat her breakfast and go home,
with my raspy growl I replied with a smile that I am good.
‘Me man get for kam soon o’,she says.
‘So no eat nr day for me’, I respond.
‘Eat day but oda tem now ‘she says with a wry smile dancing on her lips
‘Ok…i’ll sapp you’ I say.
I don’t plan to or maybe I will.
This Bad Cancer Tho..
So here I was..
Under a drenching downpour of rain that makes one think of coupling pairs heading into Noah’s ark.
and Me ;
As the day breaks tinap day bell okada man for balance police na corner corner and promise for add 5grand ontop d money at 6am.
So dawn, does sing a tune,
only, its different to who we are when it saunters in, and where we are when it arrives.
The sunrise isn’t always warm.
So yeah, maybe, strong memories do override that amnesia I mentioned earlier.
So here I am a lost soul who found solace on a misty night only to be cast in the storm at dawn to wallow.
Sleep on that.
Judge me or don’t.
Just blame it on…
That Bad Cancer Tho.