A Sea Calls You Home: Poetry by Ojo Taiye

Death Is Bliss

(for Amina)

pain poems are sadist
hidden in dark tunnels
in dark alleys
each running with a dilaudid
in their headlight
in their neon light

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a hearse in sleep drones
takes them beyond
into
a house full of sunlight
where life was
a boy dangling in the arms

            of laughter  with the silver shades

playing tag among the trees
but now
eras gran cosa
each night is a train station
leading to nowhere
death is bliss...




A Sea Calls You Home 

grisly images hastily shoved under grins:
flags written on a dark skin cave 
into water
submerge on a bed of stone
each dragged puff makes a bundle feathery –
sullen moon as that of a divorcee’s sighs and grunts
when fatherly smooch behind mouth-brothel
another moon visit
on a suicide channel
your ears tingle
a seagull sleeps with a rizla in between fingers
on a table with spilled milk,
burnt tortilla on griddle
pungent cottons
rusty hip pop blares from LCD
subsisting on rags of redemption
from nightmares in baritone bites




Bio: Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his frustration with society.