primary colors apple away from
an imaginary chestnut.
all my teenage years were spent in a town
outside of a flower-green ambience.

l have a ripe penchant for remembrance,
which is a recipe for disaster.
that is the unkind minstrel of my boyhood.

at 15, l was a vile hairy foot in the sand,
punctuating the scents out of petals.

there is something that kills something
else that grapples with sad days in me.
leaving is how l measure my faith when
the earth turns a blind eye.

Goodnews Mememugh Karibo writes from Port Harcourt. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Rising Phoenix, Brittle Paper, MudRoom, etc. He loves to daydream.