Writhing the ghost after my eternity
X this cave is without a bed of sleep. IX I wonder why it wander- it enthrone the owlet eyes. VIII a mermaid lurking around & I peep through the sun's eyes. VII all I could see is a ghost equivalent to a pain. VI but i stumbled into the mist & survive the axemen. V 10:25 pm. I planted a bug. IV my guests work in through the belly of the moon. III ushers me serviette- it calls night corpse II I reply with a prophecy & they became a bomb blast. I dear axeman, the womb you sprung will soon roar your death certificate. Gunfire X tell my body that it must burn to ashes without pruning gaiety from the root of innocent. IX my mother womb is never ready to sprout infernos of hatred into a raging passion. VIII So why flauntest out thy brawniness knowest that thou must suntan from the raging fire? VI a no-to-war is never a quit to war rather, it's defying to go before time; VI not stark cold not at rest, but to avoid combustion quickly. V this body did not want to war this body is a castle full of peace and worry. IV this body— a nightmare loading its rear to untune a bliss. III teach me how to empty a bullet & a biceps of fire sprouting like weeds II & that Man of fire defying death in it eyes after the bomb blast. I from the stem of war infernos is trigger in the heart & a man without courage must burn to ashes. Bio: Excel Chinagorom Michael is a Writer and a poet from the suburbs of Aba, Nigeria. He's concerned in documenting reality into streams of words. He writes unorthodoxy; poetry and articles on diverse subject. His poems are forthcoming or published in poemify publishers Inc, and kreative diadem. He's a blogger, graphics designer and a Paint producer.