Jesse Ojuka

Sundays
Emptied of all vices
Trapped mice
I would like some posters or art hung on the paintings in a church
Don’t believe in one voices all
It’s better we  throw a bit of gorgeous into the cauldron  
On a Sunday
There was a page turn on my new chapters morning
Orange juice fizz
But she didn’t like me anyway
So she found a feather to leave
A save is not above a  
Please