At Sunset

Written by: awoh kingsley awoh

At Sunset

Moving out of my shell at dawn

As the moving steel swag into sunset

Muse at the reception ground

Pattering partying feet colliding

Eyes scouting for a flower
No vacancy embossed in her lips

Adjacent my nose, stood a pebble lifting a mountain
One of Ultimate Reality's Master piece

Bride and groom in a euphoric hype
Atmosphere mugged in music

As the gongon bleeds

Crispy note growing wings

Tables littered with letters

Thorns chewing beef
Hands handcuffed with pounded yam

Aroma awaking sleeping giants
The competition begins

A bevy of ladies in a brief brawl
Brawling over a bowl of beef

Nostalgic commuters slide into the moving steel
Brouhaha intrude, a chicken-head in her garment of sheer emptiness, exploiting my mute face

As a lettered man, i let sleep dog lie

Calls from the blues intrude my cell phone, it must be a miracle, three-ex's swagging into my heart

Vehicles bustling, trees descending, pebbles and mountains bidding farewell, clock tic tacking as my heart walk down the aisle
Lips kissing the bread
A holy imagination!

awoh awoh