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		<title>Poems by Agbaakin O. Jeremiah</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Lycanthropes She told me, she fears the night for then, all banished monsters retreat out of nowhere, recycled into the mind: daylight guilt drift in as swans in swarms, offshore to roost. Werewolves of be slain thoughts spring forth like a country-song retrieved from dusty war-chest in Scunthrope museums. These lycanthropes will leave you alone [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Lycanthropes </strong></p>
<p>She told me,</p>
<p>she fears the night</p>
<p>for then, all banished monsters</p>
<p>retreat out of nowhere, recycled into the mind:<span id="more-2185"></span></p>
<p>daylight guilt drift in</p>
<p>as swans in swarms, offshore to roost.</p>
<p>Werewolves of be slain thoughts spring forth</p>
<p>like a country-song retrieved from</p>
<p>dusty war-chest in Scunthrope museums.</p>
<p>These lycanthropes will leave you alone</p>
<p>to your daylight hubris,</p>
<p>of how strong her own mind is.</p>
<p>It’s 12 am;</p>
<p>you&#8217;re a refugee</p>
<p>fleeing from the war-torn city of daylight</p>
<p>in Yemen and slaughter in Marte,</p>
<p>your soul skitters into sleep:</p>
<p>that still, monochromatic embassy of dreams,</p>
<p>like a lake with no ripples,</p>
<p>but only dreams of how you couldn&#8217;t</p>
<p>stop the blind mob from offering that boy as burnt offering;</p>
<p>but instead, committed the scene (sin) to your phone&#8217;s memory</p>
<p>and later fed Twitter the blood</p>
<p>as Isa fed the five thousand.</p>
<p>Tonight, these werewolves will visit your soul</p>
<p>for night has lasers that reveal</p>
<p>the blood on your palms,</p>
<p>their very favourites, on your sweat-wet bedspread.</p>
<p><strong>Amnesia</strong></p>
<p>When I wrap my eyes</p>
<p>in the feathers of sleep</p>
<p>do I daydream to elope with my soul</p>
<p>in time, way back or furlongs forth;</p>
<p>perhaps, or in space,</p>
<p>to very immodest regions,</p>
<p>so that my ebony skin may sip</p>
<p>the memories of ice or hot lava-</p>
<p>I swear, sleep is an extension,</p>
<p>a bending of the mind</p>
<p>the brain coerces to rest.</p>
<p>but how can I rest</p>
<p>when I&#8217;m in the battleground</p>
<p>with no saber, or shield</p>
<p>against these sharp darts</p>
<p>of revealed anecdotes.</p>
<p>at times, my soul is a canvas</p>
<p>and these latest dreams are painters</p>
<p>breathing Muse over-dose into still-born poems,</p>
<p>emaciated flash fictions,</p>
<p>It&#8217;s always cute how you promise to write that</p>
<p>until daylight nightmare comes to wipe</p>
<p>these memories clean,</p>
<p>dismembering best-seller imagination</p>
<p>while still I lie.</p>
<p><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" class="alignnone wp-image-2186 size-medium" src="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/bdf22-agbaakin-1-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" srcset="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/bdf22-agbaakin-1-300x300.jpg 300w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/bdf22-agbaakin-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/bdf22-agbaakin-1-768x768.jpg 768w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/bdf22-agbaakin-1-60x60.jpg 60w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/bdf22-agbaakin-1.jpg 960w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><em><strong>Agbaakin O. Jeremiah</strong></em>, a 22-year old NIGERIAN poet and campus Editor is a final year law student in University of Ibadan. He won the maiden Ogidigbo Poetry Prize, PIN Poetry Challenge; and was a six-time finalist of 2016 Briggite Poirson Poetry Contest. He is featured/forthcoming on Tuck Magazine, Sentinel Quarterly, BPPC (Loops of Hope) Anthology, Irawo Anthology, PIN Quarterly, Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine, Sub-Saharan Magazine, African Writer, and elsewhere.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2017/02/11/poems-by-agbaakin-o-jeremiah/">Poems by Agbaakin O. Jeremiah</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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