Flying Poem by Nnamdi Okose

FLYING, reaching towards the tempting limits of afterlife
In the crumbled dungeon of a matchbox
Psychedelic mannequins, blood shot eyed
Smiling distantly that all is okay.

But there is a deafening drone of breaking bones
And silent moans as artificial wings groan
as piquant thrones grove and stow

FLYING, defying ancient laws in the flesh
Carnal contraption surfing immortal clouds
And this ocho ogolo and its weather beaten riders
Oblivious of the conspiracy of the storm