Selected poems
Three Poems
1. Sunday II
I ran my father's kiss into a bible thrice
& prayed it turned blood to bubblegums
sliced my skin to avocado halves
& a miracle turned a frying pan inside out
on a candle I rebore in chumming
of lathers candy and apples
Jesus wash his wound in lime water
while I draw ghost at night & break songs from a cherry seed
2. (S)he
From an acoustic you pluck an apple
Ultra whiffs waft red bleating into spheres
he wash a strand in teasmoke & weed
Behind a mural she is a nude drawing of orange water
your feet unlocks & flares waltz while whirling into creamlight
3. Fun era
A day in the absence of transparent leathers — a funeral café or birth — there was wine,
to many songs, spilled gin & long spiral smoke in dispersal in a red room.
gleaming heavy humans choke the house — these passive bees
my best me in air entered them in the kitchen & ran back to me
I sew mallows from pig skin arrange them on grandma's bed like fine plaited whorls.
Did not wish to be found tucked in a beautiful blue and white morning
the outline of my bone transparent in sin —
Covexes apt to break under a thread of blue light
I was in a wine tumbler glassy, ice in my ears churning in orchestra and my intestine spilled itself in an unsteady stream stirring in acid
— Victor Ugwu
The homeless fugitives from the east
We remember that sad morning,
when the bombs exploded,
when the cold air, suddenly became too hot,
when the flock became wild,
how they ran into the wild.
look! see! The vineyard is still on fire!
look! see! The market stalls is still on fire!
We slowly limped,
towards the west we head,
to where the air is still cold,
to where the field is still green,
towards the West,
to where came the bombs, we head.
Day and night, with,
blood and tears, with,
hope and patience, we limped,
towards the West we head,
to where came the bombs.
We have escaped,
the burning flames in the East,
we have trend,
the thorny paths,
We have crossed,
the Rocky Mountains,
we have sailed,
the Sea on makeshift boats.
At last! The border we see,
towards the West we approach,
to where came the bombs.
At the gate of the West we stood,
we request entry,
we request a stay, at least for a