Poems from Akoso Teryima
My eyes puke blood
To mop up the dust of archived hurts
I burn the ocean and flood
With the fire of my love-drought heart
Like serpentine...
Away from the noise
Squander time to explore
The silence amidst the voices
The breath in the pulse
The sigh in the quiet
The panting of...
Mr Pride S. Dust
Self eulogy is an ill choice
Its a steep down the slope
The arrays of pride-scope
Kidnaps commonsense to a cleft
An...