Jesse Ojuka

I love her too much for romance 
Realistically there’s no time left tomorrow 
Where is the version of me that fasted for five days 
Somewhere in my intestines playing cards and smoking cigars
I guess the further you have to go, the slower you should tie your shoelace
Spiders are also afraid.
As patient as a spider, is a good phrase, as I stare at the baby spider in the corner of my shower that hasn’t moved in two days.
Being a deep thinker has its fruit but sometimes I wish to be more of a superficial person 
Surface. But that also carries it’s own drunkenness. I think I will honour my depth with space and patience.
Is it a sin to spend a day intentionally walking around 
Avoiding all buttons and pens
I believe now, the great discipline relies on seeming as though one is doing nothing 
Volcanos, tornados, torpedoes, tsunamis
Always turn the opposite way as the crowd 
Heads in glass fish bowls surrounded by screens 
It can be enticing to distract the scramble, with more scramble
And then wake up with the foot in front of a train