http://penastory.com/2016/02/12/poetry-play-11/

Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Zee Cod

Z:

Their game is like the chameleon faeces into which I have stepped

When I clean it cannot go

So I’m in and out I find impossible

S:

I am tattooed in faeces

As I walk into this forest of faces

Z:

I live as a man of many faces

Seeing life in different views

S:

Views like pieces of broken mirrors

Mirrors that have forgotten how to be whole again

Z:

I treat people as thus I do a mirror

Seeing how I reflect in their eyes

S:

It’s the crystal ball in their eyes that drives my actions towards them

Z:

Alas! My actions have brought upon my enemies great pain

And they see not any salvation

Salvation, it is you seek

But then I refuse to offer

S:

I offer what I have, and I’m a salvation-less soul

Z:

I am considered wicked and emotionless for I have no soul

I fear not anything

For I am soulless and nothing it is I have to lose

S:

I have become a torpedo that trebles tears

I’m a drunkard, and my wine is that salty silvery river

Flowing from the bank of their eyes



NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7f5210ec