—poetry by Chris Iduma

My imaginations,
Flirt flagrantly upon future façade
Black and white blotted blank
Off the painted picture portrait

But cash in on it flaunted beauty
And even Blue.

Building blocks of antsy
Upon my fretful foundation

How can I atone for a sinful saint?
Black but Blue

Are my the one
With that one dwelling amongst

Is my essence trudging subtly towards dinosaur?
Holding no meaning
Like civilization on the brink of apocalypse

I stand somewhere but certain without.