Best Go Between Poems
Psssst ¡
Did you know that the sublime petaled kisses
Of each could spin your heart to an aching mountain
Where worshiped on the pedestal of Earth
Such breath would utter your divinity
Ahhh ! I have collected these tremulous drops of passion
And coiled them in the blood of love
Stained their beauty upon the canvas of flesh
With such colours that could sigh; a wish
Have you dug so deep into your soul
That you found me in your own shadow
And there I walked constantly
The very light, which was cast upon your footsteps
All tremble before the interrogations of this tenderness
No spoken word, no touch in its body can contain
Yet precision unequivocal issues on my fingertip
And each vowel of love to be written in my breath
Come now, succour to this font, your main stream, my fountain
It is I, who by your parody remind you of heaven
So tell my lover to bring the fire
And in flames nestle us in the crucible of desire
Psssst !
Did you hear of such sensuous velvet
Where on the etched sweat woke the beast in you
I gathered you there in pulsing darkness
Where my sanities madness would consume you
I am the penumbras deepest wanton
Upon the bed of crushed roses and thorns
Lay panting, my lips parted, my legs, open
A taught tourniquet of wrapped inside my visions
Such is the hunger consummate
To tear in desperation from the desperate throat
That lays before me with it’s arching back
And laid bare upon the soul I would devour
Each flash awakens in stroboscopic skin
Soft, gentle and seething rakes it fingernails through your mind
To shudder the darkest of tactile
And eat and drink its fill upon submissions brow
Come now, pass beyond the constraints and veils
It is I, who by your parody remind you of heaven
Go tell my lover of consuming flame
And of the shuddering night whispering our name
A a go-between street urchins and the coy,
in desperation to survive,
after wasted years at a University.
As the Job of my envy delayed
A go between
on Lagos streets where mafias reign,
From Oshodi to Mushin
Ikorodu to Epe,
Badagray to Ajegunle
I roam and thought i had a Job.
A go between,
negotiating with criminals
because there was no government
a “community liaison officer”
begging criminals to let me in,
as Police are busy collecting bribes
A go between
At Fadeyi, where violence became a murder
Mandated to ensure peace
where engineers could not go
A go between
At Badagry where a local chief used his charm
to harm me for more money
The money for the development of his community
A go between
At Ikorodu among gun wielding marauders
Youths whose destinies are kept on hold
surviving through creed of crimes
A go between
with countless encounters
at Surulere, Ilasa, Isolo, Ijegun
where mafia control the streets
as Police backed out in Fear
A go between
On Lagos Island
the whole of Lagos a den of crime
where government is a joke
Go Between Makes Sandwich
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Peanut butter bread
Mustard, baloney, catsup
Go between sandwich
12/14/17
Once happy home now broken;
Mom and Dad are splitting up.
Only child tries to fix rift,
but it's all for naught.
Date written: 08/05/2021
brothers want me to be an intermediary
their argument loud, their voices did carry
in between the two is not where I want to be
why does the family always turn and pick on me?