"titinus" poems
I thought I meant it,
thirty pills over three days
spaced out like the margins of
a book, double lined
shaken awake, I stir
like a cat roused from it's sleep,
stretching out the length of my body, arching my back, ready to attack
there is the needle, poking veins, collapsed veins that do not shed their blood easily, willingly
the tightness of a blood pressure band, constricting, heartbeat pulsing, ringing in my ears like titinus
the weight of near death, the long wait, internal quiet, external chaos
it breaks
no
(I didn't mean it.)
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
BATTLE OF LOVE
The first that called the game
'Romeo and jullet'
The last that wait for the game
'The dead and grave'
What's the life without the 4 words?
Oh the wrapped and the apparent!
Create a Field in the saucer of blood
Like the rimmed reservoir in the heart
The life is for me and you
The you,you are mine and fine
The gate is open of the recto of the body
Like the felonies running to fall in the titinus cry
But again,and again want to feel drowsy in the field
©Adamu Usman Garko
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC