EDDIE AWUSI

EDDIE AWUSI

IN SEARCH OF HIMSELF.

Sir! Did you see me?

My nerves are screaming.

I am drowning in their hysteria.

Can't hear a bit, what are you saying,

Speak a little louder -

Loud like a town-crier.

My hearing is boycotted -

The yelling, the screaming, and complaints

Of mankind was too much - too much sound pollution,

So I asked my physician to have them grounded.

I am a half dead man -

Leaning on both sides of a fence,

Deaf in my mind,

Blind in my senses.

Oh no! Good sir, don't kick my ass,

I am in search of myself,

So i am asking if you saw

The part of me that was lost,

Lost a couple of years ago.

In the Congo, or was it Afghanistan?

I am lost and am widening my searchlights, sir,

Too many indifference, so, i had wanted to loss it,

So am asking sir, if you saw me after the bomb blast

In Gwagwalada. I lost some parts of me there.

Don't talk to me about that,

Else you rouse the demons of my raging sea within.

Sir, there are so many hurts in my mind,

You can't hold it in case you are keeping it, sir.

The memories it holds are gruesome sir:

Like an accident scene. Its been tortured too long sir,

Its like a glass, it breaks easily,

Please, let it not litter your smiles,

How thoughtful of you it would be sir

Wait a sec. don't i know you from the

Arab spring in Egypt?

DROWNING IN A CUP OF ALE.

Drowning in a cup of ale,

I grovel, float, kick - a flotsam

Shadow boxing into blind light -

A grinning mouth in a cup of ale

Choking in a din, inordinate, garrison of

Brutal wisdom, pressing down

Humiliating, tossed me about -

Buried in unsavoury stench of the world

A horizon Fluctuating, falling backward and forward

I moved on, a portmanteau of a loser

A fool's grin, fighting lifeless,

haggler, a game of chess, gambler,

Senile, dejected, an abdicating king

Losing all arduous realm

Fighting harder, retreat is a curse, clueless

Knocking breathes together, a lone pouncer

Out of the atlas of the world

Felt for the pulse of the earth

A stupid physician, a solution,wrongly administered

To a revving heart, running out of life, rose dead

Like a Chinese machine

You were there when the world was falling...

WHILST I DISINTEGRATE.

Drop me;

On the watermelons;

Of dreamy soils.

Sweep me off to a purple Haven;

Of fulcrum skies:

With the soft spoken berries;

Of the wild.

And when it is time,

Hold me tight;

Whilst I disintegrate.

Stepping down:

To harvest your smiles.

EDDIE AWUSI is a Nigerian writer of Isoko extraction. He graduated from delta state university, Abraka in 2007, where, he got a Bachelor of Arts degree in English and Literary studies. He believes in the universality of Arts and global citizenship of the creative and imaginative Artist.