At Sunset

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