Ayoola Goodyness Olanrewaju writes

AMUSED

Like a sudden rise of a gallivanting sandstorm

Successive sighs plane my deserted desert heart

Like the heat of the rising scorching sun on cold clouds

A cold of torridness melts into my feeble marrow.

A firing orb of confusion convulses into my bloodstream

I feel a core burning; it is the sunshine in my mouth.

The artistic eyes painting my meek meditation

Plead I, a silhouette in a hue of white

If possible, a ghost fading into an embrace of tint

For my thoughts are shaded with confused lines.

Shade me with a hatching here in my heart

The brood breed in me is a voracious itch.

I have scratched this surface with a penned ritual

This air of an extravagant crawling cadence

Like the church bell dance to its pendulum chimes

Gavels my heart to waltz and swing.

In spirited cocktail of croquis

I trail the cruise of a gluttonous muse.

Like the wood insect and the wood

I bear this burden on an inky path

A gin of words and lighted sticks of ballpoint

This path trespassed by the kindness of poets.

Daring feats footprints in bold bores

Indelibly stained in poetic finesse.

My muse is a queer fish

Wangling for ink at the shore of my heart

Fading swiftly into the tide of neglect

Like a slippery dream.

Now I ink the call of a bemused muse

And I am left amused!