Scavenging for rumoured hopes
Tied on the marble floors of Lekki boulevards,
Hurriedly washed fleshes, torpidly scramble
Together, hounded in semi-lit junctions,
Waiting for the rickety yellow dreams conveners,
Gruelling their way through a frozen sea
Of unsullied dew-painted, freshly lit morning madness.
Canned in accident-certified staggering molues
Home to mobile-basket pharmacies, highway invoked Jesus,
Wish-mumbling applicant, dazed unknown swimming
Naira throbbing-hands. Pressed buttocks, sceptically Adjusting
to the pressing rhythm of anonymous human erectile rod,
Ticketless communal performances, four-wheeled across
The undaunted beehives of an orgasmic conurbation-
They bond together- a democracy of the down trothen
Refreshed by these eerie theatrics, randomly postulating
Postscripts to the national docile theatre at Iganmu.
From lantern-fumed blues of the anthills of Ajegunle
To cock-crowing alarms of Agege disbursed apparitions,
Frail spiritually charged bones, swiftly gather steams to
Besiege the lonesome, redundant gawking morning again,
In fixed tribute to the eternal wars of three square-meals.
