WEIRDER THAN FICTION

Once, I tried to make a note,
I thought of the sun and stars
I got colours for my coat
Would it be just a sweet song
Will I need more from the bars?

This is beyond a dream in
my head; a note to tell you
all that I feel within me,
a collection of Mozart’s
Or an evening with a poem

By a lake side with small birds,
And big birds having a drink
This is the time I bring my
Slingshot out, shoot my shot and
Bring Goliath to the ground

Victor Oyedele