praise the gods
When I drift to Lagos I’ll be a star; I’ll stand on raised platforms and own the stage; I’ll howl my heart’s hunger and win applause. Just wait!
When you are so close, yet so far away
Where the tongue gets past the elbow
I imagine that you would like to take a walk with me. Come, let me lead you by the hand, and show you a way you’d never be. Never be, had I not met you. Never be, had I not stared At you, all those times, in longing; Hoping you’d but notice that I cared… Continue reading Imagine