POEM 272: IF
If I was a spoken word poet,
I’d stand on the podium and read aloud
same old recital I dread to write,
gratulate like a drunk tsetse fly
whilst whistling words:
a punchline for rowdy applause.

If I were a chameleon,
I’d disguise as a harmless wall gecko
crawl the wall of your ears with the echo
of my trembling voice and slap subtle rhythms
here, there, everywhere

If I were a clown I’d wear a wry smile
garnished with forced rhymes
purr into the microphone and jest:

Never out of luck
Never out of love

Always out of cash
and a steady lover.

Never giving up
Always standing tall

Never marking time
Never lose my smile.


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Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachi Anyatonwu is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachi is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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