Vagary

Vagary

VAGARY

By

Clinton Inene

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Tardily I sauntered on a Friday night Across tainted night time busy streets of EKENHUAN Just to make my soul seem allayed of unsavoury desires As I wandered the streets like a devil looking to devour a stranger Streetlights came alive with foggy night flies roaming in the air Where do I go from here?

I necked north, east, south, and west My breath haling steam through the air I ran wobbling hands through my hair My fear, where do I go?

There she was, nigh the aflame sculpture MAMA EKENHUAN A stranger, a shining-red vestal “V” http://www.onkanwe.blogspot.com

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Gazing, I hired moments canvassing her intimate lineament Oh dear! I demean her soma if I akin it to an hourglass Her frightened lustrous breast beat well-nigh leaping off her pectus Her skin glowed RED hauling all shades of darkness

Fate hurled on me a lone dice Hauling my legs nigh in foolery This face I have seen before, was false But was to get her stare Her face now dead to smile And her lips clung to one another like idle pegs Our eyes graced

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I gathered spirit in my trepidation Then extended my hand with sheepish pomposity Wherefore proclaiming, “I am Dorobucci” And you are?

She grazed my hand And I titillated like a lady whose pap were being patted Barely could I stand as her lips produced sounds that seem like her name The sobriquet blew my bosom candid As the petals of water lily My age never made me any wiser Venting an accomplished fool’s beam on my face I have waited for this day, I thoight http://www.onkanwe.blogspot.com

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Now darkness gleamed, light attenuated Below my sash a malefic man arose Hauling thighs nigh Taciturnly she then holloed my cognomen

Nights have turned days and weeks portend to be months Still am awoken to sounds of silence Silence that slash like swords in a war Succinctly squalling her name in my canal . . .

Emily!!!

The effluvium from that night will I bury And the rags, will I leave to rot in the fields http://www.onkanwe.blogspot.com

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But her shadows on my wall never sleep They keep recalling Beckoning me to the place MAMA EKENHUAN

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