Smokescreening

Aremu Adams Adebisi Adebisi

 

They talk about post-truth,
        global village & global warming
        in the way a net cannot hold water.

They talk about God first using
the copy and paste
           before Lawrence Tesler.

There is an exact copy of you
somewhere
           in the universe, a doppelganger

like a golden turtle riding the back
           of jellyfish to conserve energy.
They talk about blue mars sunset

           & the lunar embassy open
to sales of plots of land
    on the moon & the sun.

But I talk about my body, my body
like a black sand beach
           in Dyrholaey, a secret cave
  above the clouds, a rough sea

in the sky. I talk about my body, my body
   sifting pains, the poem about myself
drinking pleasure with strychnine.

I talk about my body, my body,
like the remains of an aircraft,
           my tears like a lake sitting
   deep inside a forest …

the form & colour are the way of silence,
the art of renaming into negatives,
the prosthetic limbs of comfort;
my body, my body, my gift of scars,

lamp of my soul buried in sand,
      the sour wine sweeter only
on my lips, on my valium tongue.

I talk about my body, my body,
 a global village, a global warming,
in the way a net cannot hold water …

 
 

Aremu Adams Adebisi Adebisi is a non-fiction writer and poet living in Lagos. He authors work inspired by natural vastness, some of which are published in Lucent Dreaming, Thimblelitmag, Third Wednesday Magazine, The Account Magazine, RIGOROUS, Cathexis Northwest Press, Terse Journal, Nzuri Journal, Bath Magg, Barren Magazine, etc. He is both Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee.