SOUS LA BALLE JAUNE

He had a dream
Sous la balle jaune
of sunflowers and roses, a million dozens.
He and Anne in their own Eden,
a lovely start to begin with
that the Cassandra in his head
didn’t reckon with.

Sous la boule blanche.
He watched as his lamb turned into a female Scrooge with the traits of Harpy
A beautiful bitter woman with the best bite
he watched as his wife drowns in her head
as the lifeguard saved another,that has been trapped for years.

Sous la boule blanche brilliante.
He watched as she took away the dreams of the night.
She took his happiness in d might.
he sat there and cried for her-not him,
what she’d become, he wished she could see and fight out the beast within.

Sous le ciel bleu.
he wished on the stars that she was here
instead of somewhere. That
one day he will feel her embrace
and all will be back to place.
One day...this old song that’s on replay.

Sous la nuit noire.
He lit a cigarette, hands shaking
like the way the air trembles after long ***** notes.
He coughed hard, looked at her,
he hated the person he saw in her eyes
the person he’d been seeing
since mois cinq
And so he left
not because he didn’t love her
but because
Jean-Anne Olaoyinade
a pris l’odyssee et s’est perdu dans le noir.