Jesse Ojuka

Let us be more candid shall we 
It seems this is all I have left 
Barely 
One or two
I embrace the empty tomorrow also 
How cliché to mock the one with a book 
Surely there’s more to light than meets the eye 
Surely we cannot stay stuck deny 
There is no more friendship in a stale marriage 
No more overlap in our conversation over wine and 
The emotion of a painting with sharp lines and primary colours 
All I can do is talk of the importance of taste 
And be the one to smooth talk the mechanic so just maybe they can 
Fix our microwave for free 
It leaves so fast these days I’m almost tempted to chase it away 
There’s an irony in the soliloquy 
A spotless room yet my life is a crossword puzzle wrapped in 
Navy thread in a plastic bag
Only God and data seems to hear me these days