I stepped in a field of Gods Rows and rows of wondrous Gods Seated and standing in mass array Supreme directors of earth’s affairs Representatives of all glory Entouraged in moonlight glow Issuing commands to men below     They reigned extant in discordant harmony Some silent and weak, others dying And still more … Continue reading →

THE MUSE SPIED A CRACK | by Kayode Faniyi Your earrings like wrecking balls they dangle from your ears Your top, ah, rather transparent don’t I spy a strap – pink? I told you, and now I tire no butt crack shows for me! The muse jumps up and hails aye ye daughter of Jezebel. … Continue reading →