10 wishes 。



Or a restless leaf, a footprint.

Is fault on a blameless day,

scrawled on a washed-out sky.


My friend’s music orbits his home,

worms through the cracks

in the bluest lines, ever new


and permanent, staining even his hope

long after the lights stutter away.

And the rain’s attenuated sorrows?


They’re coming, he says. Like goats

through a fence. Like lava. Like tomorrow.


Copyright 2017 Robert Okaji



Some days I am awake other days i am not. How sure are you that you know what is real

When lies are masked underneath fiction and reality ? How sure are u?

What can u do about people u cannot depend forever,

Those whom you know but dont. #WHY

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