Jesse Ojuka

Scientists and singers keep blowing me kisses  
but I had to beg the accountant before putting the coconut in my basket
it’s worth a whack, 
What’s the need for clap if every day can be turned to Christmas with the blink of a pen
Turn the lines of pages to zen and guitar 
Turn the rage in to love from afar 
Silence is the best kryptonite to paranoid frogs 
I will not cry whilst I beg 
Instead, my chest will cover my arteries with gold soul 
How many times can you fold bold 
Until it fits nicely into an envelope the shape and fabric of a tie 
A polka doted why that couldn’t carry lie 

There’s no more space in palm or arm 

That could make him forsake  

The Heavens charm