Jesse Ojuka

Swam through a lot of jam.
That is why I tend to speak to a parrot 
And the grin of a blue whale on Dublin bus 
I reckon people can see the giddy of my soul 
And the child in my eye that hasn’t grown mould
it was earned through a purple frenzy 
I reckon she would still be alive 
If she held on five more years
Invited only to air the cares
Ignited by the truth of bears 
Smited by the proof of years.
Tonight I’ll make a sandwich