EXPENDITURES by World Barnabas

What will I offer you 

or how should the dialogue begin! 

Fate mixing with records 

a new line 

for the old moon 

mood of blood and wings 

for order and journey 

in route of totem gifts. 

Roots and plants 

leafs that grow in human memories 

and those soliciting the 

melanin of the dead 

bringing to judgment 

praise and fantasy 

soles and seeming sermon 

of unworthy existence of knob-lord. 

Conversion of confession 

to cube of sticky flesh 

hips on earth's crescent 

and pools of magnetic field 

healthy rob of oranges 

in phalanges of sensual assonance 

meeting camel of myriad jinx 

propelling pants with incantations 

reducing mutual multiplicity 

to subtraction of conscience 

into bones and fiery tears

of merciless merchants 

and gracing mat of egbére 

the banking treasury of 

rushing fame and fading constellations. 

Pepperish gnashing 

of diluted technology into 

class of clashy calabash 

forcing cowries out of the 

corridor of olókun sèníadé 

processing innerman with 

dreadlocks of affiliated Samson. 

Casino of lotus 

in sexual images of loins 

party testament 

of foregathered tomorrow 

and woods of Lamurudu's visit 

in Bayero of Goddot 

that can sing and dance 

without acoustic measure of sounds. 

Then he said: 

'I've come for balancing pace

of inks in serpentine folds 

to write on those unborn 

bamboos of golden sheets. 

In our database 

mature minds can borrow 

up to the fifth grades of souls'

machineries with semen covenant

while eating elders will shift 

teller of virtues to the sixth generations.'

Farms and its harvest 

is meant for living footprints 

while soils of nutrients 

are being shared between 

deeds and trends 

shrouds and hidden caveat 

of dead, living, and unborn. 

Backgrounds and foreplays 

are those watery panels 

that change rainbows 

to screens of monochromic attitudes 

where kings of many reigns 

plants with flourishing flowers 

seasons of crimson prophecies 

admit unethical transformation 

to relics from dashing shadows 

and skeleton of six-feet pajamas. 

I will sing of those

unexplainable melodies 

that come through the 

coloring waters from empty mails. 

I will dance bàtá 

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with symphonies of àgídìgbo 

to enjoy momentary tides. 

We might come 

through the safeties in white garments 

to blend ourselves with world 

of haunted stores to negotiate 

mathematics of living peace. 

WORLD BARNABAS 

29/11/2019 

1:35 PM