Talking To Myself Poem by Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

what am I doing here
in long dread corridors where
no one knows my name
nor loves to see me in the FrontRow Seat
what am I doing here
and I turn and show my teeth
and the fat book under my armpit

what am I doing here
hitch hiking in the cold snow
where eyes peer at me from the driving mirror
and the Highway Cop shows up
vomiting his hunger into my soul
and clutches his gun as if
I have a hand grenade in my hands

what am I doing here
away from the green fields of love
far from the cornfields, the velvet landscape
what am I doing here
away from welcoming voices
that have my name in their songs