Ojo Taiye writes

to breath is a dream

unfulfilled for a crying bench

across the bridge

of a river flowing

with toothless bones

rhythms

in a graveyard

with no fragrance

for each new day

a fairy tale of light

for a soldier drunk in love

we must bear the brunt

of a possessed woman

tied around an orange

groove

in magical tears

there are no ballads

no upper case poems

for one whose emotion

is a running nightmare

it's all monologue

solo

in a sad motel

Hotel Room -- Edward Hopper