ABUJA (8)

And the clouds have covered the skyline

Like migrant lovers; 

Ready to piss on Abuja's fertility.

LORD OF ALL FEARS

Feet don't fail me now
My demons becloud again
Wont for more than they bargained

Poke me dream, will you?
Dally your barrage of goodies -
Me of fairies treat

For my placebo smoulders
Surety and party, locked at Doom
Like the flogged, of bush-babies to penury

Fairy or djin, hunt me the lantern
Gold and silver to my feet
Love and power, the heart's fill afterwards