By Dami Ajayi (from Daybreak & Other Poems)
Love poems are like Cocaine,
Heroine, Met, LSD, Marijuana for
Those in touch with their feelings…
The fingers of the heart try to grasp things
Like beauty, curves, blue eyes. Affection is no foreign
Exchange. No, it is the legal tender of living.
This is why love songs sell and crooners
Make a career singing the same songs till their voices break.
Songs are the raw material of text messages, ladies.
They are crude oil of those fancy voice notes.
In the world according to affection, we are all plagiarists.
Hell, art is incestuous; love is incestuous,
Or what did Freud say? In some quarters
They say, “Forget Freud, he was a novelist”
But isn’t life a novel, a television series,
And endless love song? And in films don’t people
Fuck and fall in love?
Yes, they do. And they also watch the sunset.
Growing old with their bent spouse’s hand
In theirs. That is the life. Life is the American
Film to which we all aspire.
Forgive me; this was supposed to be a love
Poem. And I wanted to call it something cryptic,
Something profound, something exotic like
You are my flagellation.
You know that is borrowed too.
Stolen, actually from, was it Odia Ofeimun?
But baby, you are my flagellation.
I have started the poem baby, you are
My flagellation. You are the imagination that
Proselytizes me to a dummy. You are the
Aggregation of all the virtues I can’t afford
On eBay. You are my screen saver.
My one and only.
My madam at the top.
You put a smile on my face even when I sleep,
You are the imagination that proselytizes me to a
Dummy. You are my flagellation.
I have started the poem baby, it is you and I
Holding hands, strolling into the sunset.