"offloaded" poems
(Dedicated to Eric Onyebuchi Jibero)
What an excruciating blow
You have dealt me!
A brute's uppercut offloaded
A smashing hit delivered
Like a monstrous boxer
Desirous of fame
With an amateur to tame
At this one bout too many
Wherein you have hit me below
The belt as a sadist deriving joy
From my anguish
And relish
From my enormous loss
Oh mower,
Nay hewer,
Can't you feel anything?
Can't you see?
Can't you reason for a while
With your prey?
Can't you pause to ponder
Just for a brief moment
So you can take a good decision
Choosing the right tree to fell
Instead of bringing down a mere
Sapling with your obedient saw?
Why deal sweeping blow
On a mere rookie?
Can't you distinguish
Between the ripe and the unripe?
Between the hen and the chick?
But hawks like you can pick
Meat amidst bones as Moses
In a basket amidst bulrushes
Of Nile to spare from Pharaoh's
Infant-eating sword
And in wisdom did you wait
Patiently to visit Methuselah
At the zenith of hoary hair
Master of double standards
Eyes gorged
Conscience seared
Heart cold like frozen chicken
******* dry and drooping
Like a hag's
A ruthless scorpion
That stings even babes
Rampaging ravager
Notorious brigand
Marauding machinery
Eliminating without scruple
Whoever you choose
Whose hireling are you?
God's or Satan's
Or both?
A blank cheque you flaunt
To cash as you wish
But can't you condescend to a negotiating
Table when a mere sapling is marked
For a cutting down?
Being a professional boxer
Long in this senseless trade
You should have seen the heap
Of pain you would leave
In my heart by this cruel blow
Against a budding amateur whom
You have served voracious earth
Whose stomach is a leaking tank.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 5:22 AM UTC
The thought of you lingers in my skin
Shivers tracing the contours of my bones
Born is the love I bear for you,
A pressure shift pressing softly over my mind
My worries offloaded, slip quietly away,
Leaving only the ecstasy you stir in me
Rooted deeply, in marrow and muscle
You’ve touched my mind, body, and soul
Electrified, I become yours every time
Thoughts of you betray my composure,
Ruined by the thought and image of our bodies intertwined
I am flushed with desire, aching for your presence,
To be held once more in your rugged embrace
When we are apart, butterflies swarm through me
A rippling, radiant shockwave from oorgan to oorgan
Reminding me that I am yours.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
Out of control and selling my soul for a box full of lucifer lights,
lightning in my eyes and fire in my veins
this train's heading right off the rails and the
night's looking good for the 'wire in my blood'
where the imps of the devil play
tic tac toe,
noughts with no crosses and nowhere to go.
I fight tooth and nail, but I fail anyway because
failure is what I know best.
Destiny tells me that hell's waiting for me and nothing can change what fate's got in mind for me and fate tells me this, that I can **** up the walls or say prayers in the halls of the righteous,
I can kiss my **** goodbye as I try to imagine the next link in the section of a final perfection and whatever's decoded, decided, offloaded, I am still out of control, still holding my soul up for sale,
it's a head's or a tail, but either way fail and the winner takes all,
think I'll just **** up the wall
it's easier that way.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC