Uche Nduka
6.
light a poem and smoke it.
virtue is the last of my worries.
the lovely stains of evening
beyond the scabbard.
give her wheels a mobile salutation.
i am euphoric among impure lines.
breath, nighttrail, matrix.
your lap ajar, will you do it with
me, where no spirit remains still.
discomfiture is my music. will you
do it with me,when partition sets
in,if not for these lips if not
for free will, the cadmiums won’t
leave, did you see her climbing
the chimney, leave the radiator alone, go
answer the door, i will put a bed
in the study.bare feet the uses
of light we flirt with,
fifth ration, days swollen with parting
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