Collar Workers, Blue & White alike Look forward to Several sips of sunset & a
W It was Don Marquis who likened the publication of a volume of verse to
How do you tell the story
of a boy lost in Lagos?
Say in love; say gay;
crushing the city into crystals
evenly decorated with hate.
Love’s Fluttering Seduce me with kisses My heart beats strange Thought I had you But
They tossed them out of moving cars And quenched them with ease like cigars, Like
He gave me an evil look. It was down the road to Suleja; through green
The Irony of Hope There are many stories untold. Because of the power they hold.
Love Is The Religion They know love is the Religion. They know love is the
Nomadic eyes Our skins seemed like sincere apologies of burnt victims A lifetime of not
Addiction He comes home breathing in a new way Mother asks why he won’t