3 poem poetry showcase from Rabiu Temidayo

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Sympathie

We hoped we
were thrashing
the saddlebags
lobed       with
diamonds,

we hugged the
amount of trees
as we hungrily
waded       the
swamp.

and have the
expresso.

We wanted the
moonlight
consanguineous
to             the
turpentine,

To        beleaguer
the power of the 
surgery.           

By taking    the
rejection      out
on                 the
Panasonic  air
conditioner
until  the feet is    
blameless,

It isn't like any
request,

and  taking  the
responsibility to
ignore
anyone's advice,

That way       to
do   research  is
thrifty.

you       wonder
why its good to
be          dead,
wearing        a
military hat.

When she grew,
she took   sixty-
five  bullets  in
the      military
uniform.

The     Dances
Sacred      and
Profane   wasn't
synthetic.

The ways are  a
disgrace.

After        the
morgue were no
longer
sightings.

The symbols  of
the hospital.

And a cadaver
in               the
Chevrolet.

But that agenda
that  you   have,
how          many
survive       into
adulthood?

For                the
concealment   of
carrying  it    out
alone -

and    harrowing
for a while, then 
chance  and   its
colours.

Sad Peggy

The     downturn
was               the
playwright.
Midnight.

It  shadows   the
Destroyer
sample  that  has
become         the
abuse.

The rivers  long
enough   to  find
one   another  are
usually
saphenous

rooms        with
newspapers
articles        and
arugula,      and
beleaguered
homes        and
extracorporeality.

There   is     a
galliardising
looking glass at
the   bottom   of
the stairs.

for    all    the
people     who
disappeared  to
be  pinned  to.

The  idea  is  to
keep             on
escaping       his
awareness.    But
he                  was
especially       no
one.

The           Doric
columns  used  to
stand  up  as   an
afterthought,

And   use   the
curtains      as
enantiomorphs
and
sternocleidomastoid.

The  Whiskeys
astoundingly
strong.

caveat emptor

We        don't
know      what
the   R     rated
movie
would look  like
so    we   skipped
cafe  de flore  or
cross-
referencing
the
ringed finger   in
the               blue
windowpanes
with            the
marriage,

It still glitters  it
means         the
largest  death  is
largesse.

It is rather than
fighting,
washing     the
combination  of
the        sleeping
pills  there in the
water           and
crying
emotionally,   or
taking          the
bicycle  as    far
out        as     the
bridges,

It  is   like   one
moon after   the
transgressions,
Alma   in      the
kitchen,        then
back  to    monitor
the   emails     we
were writing.

The               only
reflection         is
only   a   wounded
man              with
Walgreens
running shirt,

How we saw the
Spalding
basketball.


Biography: Rabiu Temidayo is a critical essayist from the Sorbonne. I have been published on Malahat Review, Juke Joint Journal, and Dreich magazine. Twitter: @rabiutemidayo

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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