Treasure Island

George Egba


Ice For Eyes


A moment present a journey
Life and love lost in a table of lonely coffee
Dim eyes wide daydreaming honey
Amiss internal flames the world seem silly
Thanks a touch reveal another foul at forty
Surely no death yet solemn anniversary
For evidence the world look dizzy
Stressed up and lazy
More test unveil testers crazy
Wheres the solution a feeling more dizzy
In a warm coffee table chilling icy
Denying a dispensation busy
Now no longer spicy
Though rough coast easy
It falsehood i say
The universe in me heavy
For a future so cloudy
All things dangling so lanky
Melting meek the mighty in me

Submitted: Monday, February 03, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 27, 2014

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