Leery Madness Poem by Tunji Ibrahim

Leery Madness

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But if being simpatico steals your rustic being, why would you choose the ruthless effrontery to scoff and spit at the very sight of the most aesthetic on the planet Earth? Tergiversation... to further throw all in a spin. Alas, this only magnified his cold context of old codswallop... Like mushy jesuits, a synod of torpid toreadors tended to becloud the limbo of sadomasochism, even now more eclipsed by a fog of toupee and cincture and jeroboam... frolicking in sable negligee, some poetic brooch of leery madness enacted by the foolish wise... perhaps, yet a tmesis would do... touchy-feely stiletto with a topaz ring, in a while a tatty totty... peradventure a transvestite abdicated the chutzpah, much as enervated the tarty bronco, of sui generis ululation of Jekyll and Hyde. On sufferance and tizzy, inertia of jene sais quoi traipsed from strength to strength; tarantula, stoat, cicada, aardvark, stingray, tabby in synchronous jitters of streptococcus and made to suction the toucan from the stop-go... Something snapped, 'Don't swoon at the ivied sycamore of sylvan planets... if such tawdry ego would not brook the length of latitude'. Skulking in nebulous gusto and frisky moxie, neighed 'Izzatso', tottered, then skeddadled; stillborn and tots... chrysalis umpteen strained at the leash and strafed the lithe tabasco staccato and with nimble gutsiness, the titular symbiosis of spaghetti bolognese and the table d'hote of taramasalata and mozzarella and teri-yaki, nectar and the soused tableau and stockpile of abalone straddled the thick wad of gustatory tango in word and mutation and straggled to suture the cicatrix from toxaemia... stonily abated as the tarragon of cilantro streaked the taxidermy in sally and the sybaritic tosh, not my gobbledegook for the taxidermy, nay, echinacea, halted in sweepstakes... mushrooming in iridescent necromancy as feeble cerebella cast glitterati in the mould of nincompoops; then the stool pigeon natured the stuccoed wall, and now swathed in a totem of strident stipendiary and time, chronometer...

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Tunji Ibrahim

Tunji Ibrahim

Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria.
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