Jesse Ojuka

Ladders are also used to climb down
But that doesn’t remind me of sex 
I prefer to chew the hex to vex 
The propeller beat the march
The better was on its axis 
Ascendance often looks limp 
Simple, get on stage 
Or burst the pimple

This is where the land lies 
Not on top of the ice cream or mortgage 
step into a cage of delight 
Then ask yourself why bright denies 
Maybe I’m the zebra looking for a pot of gold 
To drape the fold inside the cold 
Struck a button from a scroll behold