DANCE DEDICATED TO THE RHYTHM OF LONELINESS
By Moshkur Ajikobi
I write this poem in the name of memories
I'm now obliged to worship like gods
And should I dedicate this poem to anything?
To the shattered promises of waiting
In your fictitious world that spins, spiral-bound
With illusory turnaround
To how you disappear without a trace. Nothingness
Like the smoke of cigarettes I puff in emptiness
To the dead pictures of us in my gallery
Recreation could've meant their revival but I'm sorry
Tango is a dance of two but here I am
dancing to the rhythm of loneliness. Here I am
Dedicating what should've been a love song
To the untold & age-long goodbye you sprung
I write this poem in the name of memories
I'm now obliged to worship like gods
And should I dedicate this poem to anything?
To the shattered promises of waiting
In your fictitious world that spins, spiral-bound
With illusory turnaround
To how you disappear without a trace. Nothingness
Like the smoke of cigarettes I puff in emptiness
To the dead pictures of us in my gallery
Recreation could've meant their revival but I'm sorry
Tango is a dance of two but here I am
dancing to the rhythm of loneliness. Here I am
Dedicating what should've been a love song
To the untold & age-long goodbye you sprung
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BIO:
Moshkur Ajikobi (fondly called P-Seven) is a student of English language in Lagos State University. His work appears or forthcoming in Punk Noir Magazine, Lunch Break Zine, Rather Quiet, Coven Poetry, Riverbed Review, Brown Bag Online and elsewhere. He has published numerous ebooks (anthologies and short stories). He is the brain behind Rub Bitch With P-Seven, a free weekly newsletter. You can find him on twitter @almoshkur and Instagram @peeseven20 |
