KNOCKIN’ BOOTS

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Last night something strange
Cracked a door open on the wall
Of my memory, without even knockin’ twice

It came out of nowhere, suddenly.
A song, I was 17, house party
Whose house? I don’t remember any more

There she was, in the dark
Dancing with me, like I was the night wind
She a young tree, swaying, leaves shuddering slowly

Two shadows in a room full of shadows
House of teenagers about to wake up
From youth with only memories faded of yesterday

How long did this song quietly travel
Through time, to waylay me in that lookback moment last night
And take me back to that other night so many years ago?

Every memory I think I’ve forgotten
Is stored in some song somewhere, seeking me again
So don’t ask me why I’m dancing oldskool

Time is a candyman, stuck to your melting heart
Memory memory will knock your boots back
Never ever ever gonna let you go

Where is she now? My young mango.
She is a part of this song now
And last night I saw her, danced with her, again.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerijeem>

EVENING WALK

Kidnapped
Is there still hope for me?
The sun sets sadly as slowly as he can
By the last light of day
Find my way

Did you see the baby that was stolen?
Did you see the boy that was broken?
However hard you look, you will see
No resemblance at all between them and
The man now woken, now walking.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

WEB OF TOO MANY WORDS

Left Simpli City
Travelled to Dupli City
Influenced by someone from Compli city.
So what’s the name of the whole country?

The Queen of Compli City
Was bored. She disguised as a lost maiden
And went to the King of Simpli City
Who fell in love with her.

She sweet-talked and brainwashed him
And he rode into Dupli City
To challenge the King of Dupli City
To a conflict of interests.

So, looks like Compli city
Was trying to use Simpli City
To defeat Dupli City
After having first compromised Simpli City.

How smart.
But of course the King of Dupli City
Saw through all this
And decided to play along.

Pretending to ride into battle
Against the army of Simpli City
In the full view of Compli City
Secretly he sends messages to Simpli City

Poor Simpli City, as it falls
Lost in the web of too many words
Not knowing whom to believe now
Compli City or Dupli City.

But underneath the ruins of Simpli city
Lies the ancient foundation of Tena City
Where a Child is born who says my name
Is different, my name is Clarity.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

GRASS

Some smoke grass
Some cut grass, they love to mow the lawn
Some play in grass
Some spread a blanket on the grass
And sleep in the sun –
What a waste of grass.

When I see grass, I touch it
I stroke it, tickle it, sniff it, blow it gently
Then I grab it, clutch it with my full fist
And pull it hard until she cries

Then slowly I part it
And slide my snakes into
The deep dark pool of thirst
Lurking beneath your moist grass
Like a longing craving for primeval release
Grass makes me high, so high
So fucking high…

When I see the grass
I shall pass over you
And plant my seed.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

THE PRICE OF CATCHING UP

They promise you it’s great, the key
So you leave your home
And wander there
Where you acquire great knowledge
Which you will store in the emptiness
Of your soul –
For, nothing else can fill you up anymore
Stranger everywhere you go now
Home and abroad.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

TRANSITION

What is adulthood
But childhood lost?

Shopping for arrival
But at what cost?

Goodbye because I want
Welcome because I must

Morning to ashes
Laughter to dust.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

GAME OF MOANS

I like to hear you…
Don’t keep it in – let it out

If it’s too strong for a whisper
Baby, shout.

Breathe in my Need
Breathe out your every doubt

The sun sets, the Moan rises
Douses my drought.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

SEASON

These are fruits, and
This is a season of ripening
Your days are a basket of wishes
Filling empty

Rises blood sun
Ripen wound seeds everywhere
Simultaneously in
Broken concrete jungles

Be on your guard, brother
Like a watchman from his tower
These are Grave times, and
This is the season of the recurring demon.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

IN JUSTICE

JUSTICE
JUST IS
A SWORD
SOME WIELD
SOME YIELD

A WORD
ARBITRARY
CONTRARY
AND YET
SO ORDINARY.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

NEW ROADS

How maddening it must be
Upon reincarnation to see
The fullness of your memory
In all its grime and glory –

Take it away, take it away
I don’t want to know today
The sadness and joy of yesterday
With my heart let me find my way

I fell in love, in love anew
With dawn and dusk, with dream and dew
With life and love, through vice and virtue
Another me, another you.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.