Fragile / Ayoola Goodness

only if you know my feelings are fragile
you will understand. when i say i die a thousand times
under this skin of dust. i say death

this one more time. it shall be you
my grave. & i will be gone.

i stand on your lips.

see what you do with dreams. you do them over—

s.m.e.a. r_ d.

& the space reeks the filth of your falsehood. it is over.

i course your body. tongue. it is stone—i take your worse. i
erect my middle into a catapult. yet i cannot
sling you. you sling me.

in the end. i
am this ruin sitting lost at the
end of the bed. in

waste. i. sometimes wish i. like a storm without
mercy. rise—a tumult in my mouth. &
curse blind ecstasy.

but i squat. i cannot pick
my brokenness. i cup my eyes. these tears cannot mend me. these
tears cannot mend me.

how you become all what is mine.
how you become all what is mine.

i say death

this one more time. it shall be you
my grave.  & i will be gone.         all gone.

Goodness Olanrewaju Ayoola is a poet and teacher of English . His poetry has appeared in poetry journals and anthologies. Few of his poems have garnered awards and translated into Assemese. He is currently an International Director of  the World Union of Poets and was one of the judges for the 2016 Green Authors Prize (GAP) sponsored by  Words Rhymes and Rhythms. He is the author of ‘Meditations’, a collection of poems. He has an NCE in English and Yoruba languages and a B.A (ed) in English.
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