MUNCH

Ah ah, eggs, bacon, tomatoes – fried or grilled!

The taste is exceptionally delicious, sausages,

fried mushrooms, ham, bread – fried or toast

this will appear on your British table come morning

and believe me it’s a sight to write about

these things are usually served with a mug of tea

they make our day and keep us till noon for lunch.

You may want instead coffee black and strong.

IT’S LIKE

The ask what it is like to live
in a closet. I say it’s like
A long jail sentence,
life taken for no reason.
60 years of no penance
dreams terminated in its prime.

Like hot pepper washed down with a glass of coke
like a glass of hot water flavoured with paprika and chilli
like the colour red left too long in the african sun

Like loud rock and roll music at a country funeral
like an out of tune piano on a sappy sunday morning
like a stormy night thunder when your partner is out drinking

Like a wounded lion in the cave of a pack of hyenas
like a bull seeing red across the fence
like the cry of a man locked in a dark cage

Like burning cake in an empty house.
like the favourite meal of a murdered child to his mother
like a dirty toilet to the eyes of a full bladder
like the perfume of a cheating lover to a broken heart

like broken glass beneath a bended knee
like thorns hidden in a lover’s roses
like eyelash and sand in your eyes
like a six feet tall man with a red eye
like a house mate with a long knife

like a rough wall in a narrow path
like a bumpy road to a cemetery
like an empty house with a mad mate.

The ask what it is like to live
in a closet. I say it’s like
A long jail sentence,
life taken for no reason.
60 years of no penance
dreams terminated in its prime.
@kayo Logun