31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 12- LAGOS-ES: AN ALIEN'S UNCOMPLETED SKETCHES- by Rolands


HUMANITY
Bar-front, Warehouse Bus-stop.

Type of woman I can't have sex with
Sachet of Squadron caught between her teeth
Is it the wind?

STENCH NEIGHBOURS
Burma Road, Apapa

Canals lanes canals lanes canals
Here lays creeping viscosity-
the growing din of microorganisms
Louder louDER LOUDER.
The louder the smaller this flung day old grows:
Humus, scrolling rodents, stretching grasses, filled condoms...
Yuck

THESE AGED NIGHTS
In a bus, at night, through Apapa

Apapa night
Vocal buttocks
Glittery dresses
scared of knees,
girls', they skip,
they skip.
I look
like I do not look
Drawn away by maternal arm of bus...
...of bus.

APAPA, AGAIN Noon,
walking past a brothel front.

It's Apapa again
Jaunting calves, neck of thighs
Veiled in hijabs begging eyes
to see through
Jaunt
Jaunt
I seek a sidewalk, sit
This erection on tuck-in'd frame embarrasses
...me.

HIT AND RUN, RUIN

Incognito of shadows
Traffic lights shrouded black,
blinded by veil of politics, neglect
Hide limbs, these
torso askew: Old woman lay there
leaking
Written
askew
on tar.

LIVERPOOL MORNING MARKET

Bent prawns like everything shriek loud in death
Stink sweet sour loud
Here at Liverpool, under the bridge, by the waterside
A conurbation of haggling.
Still-life of aroma, redolence, loud.
Gibberish-y, loud.

NOODLES(AHOY, DOC!)

Tastiest China-men I ever saw
Crap, #nohomo
Tastiest China-women I ever saw
Stacked, wavy, complexion the complexion of China-man
There ya'll lay colourfullytoga'd in flowery gowns of adverts
Here, too, by this road stand unrealised dreams of chicks-
Crack
Crack
Sizzle; Together: lunch
dinner
snack-
We eat you

SPECTATORS AND FISTICUFFS
"...except the Lord watch a house, its watchmen watch in vain."
At Shogunle.

You are cautious
Paying premium you skirt, skirt frays
But a stray, stray something...punch leaves your smile
a gape
Incisors, gone gone.

ACHIEVED YOUR KPI?
At a monthly performance review. 9, Wharf Road, Apapa.

Suits ties camisole jackets
These shoes shine for a living
Feet quake here for a reason-
Quake, feet, quake.
Your 3-month old won't understand your forced retirement










 Rolands NduAkpe is an Ibadan man born of Ukwuani parents.He is a Banker, Agricultural Economist by training, a reader-not a writer.Tweets as @Bloody_Voyeur. He is reading Nigerian tax laws, at the moment, just for fun.

Comments

  1. Ha aha ..APAPA AGAIN...this is the beast I've seen so far

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  2. This poet is mad, very mad...and I like it

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    1. *I'm laughing like crazy* Indeed, he is mad with creativity!

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