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INTER-CALLS
Hey watsup?
Am good…
Let’s hang out?
Where?
Inside my shorts, beneath the dense shrub on top the tree
ssh ssh ssh ssh(signal lost)
Hey! Where are you?
Getting there! Behind the coconuts
I can’t see you!
Oh! Wait a minute am almost done. I will climb up soon…
We can almost reach the sky!
Yes…if you can push harder!
Or you leap faster?
We will do both!
The sky is blurry…
ssh ssh ssh ssh ssh(signal definitely lost)
Let’s do this again…some other time?
Sure!
We will meet at my skirt, you know your way?
Yes! After the clearing, down?
No! Not the clearing this time
Pass the dark trees, there’s a swamp
at the heart
Oh…ok
Good! But circle the swamp till you hear an owl
Then the entrance will appear…it is the code
Alright got it!
What should we do next?
Let’s end the call
Ok
Ssssh sssh sssh sssh (signal lost)
FART
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Death is a face book
lad
earnestly browsing
through feeds
and adding friends, who as
a matter of fact become In-active.
ii
Life is an unvenomed fart
all but cannon bang!
then pass-ive soldiers
that’s all there’s to it.
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Living is the gasp
before the kiss
after the bang
before the match is out of breath.
About the Author
Ugorji Ebube sees him self as a lover of seductive words. At his spare time, he blogs at hotjollof.com
Inter-Calls….
lol.
Even without telling who the author is, we all know it is the lover of creamy thighs.
But the first stanza of FART got me.
Nice write!
Inter-calls left me gasping. Seductive verses on dramatic monologue.
Fart; a sublime piece on so delicate a matter.