Jesse Ojuka

The more angles I can see you from 
The more soft the whipped cream 
Push me on the swing of riveting 
And I’ll spin you on the merry-go-round of delight 
Quick, press the button
Did you forget the time stamp 
Flick off the lamp and just lay on the blanket of a stratus 
There is no scientific evidence that you may not become the orange beaked black bird 
Tomorrow