Pulled By A Sea Gull Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Thrust me off
with a sea gull
over rolling sea waves

piloted by our sneezes
and gnat-pulled
breath tiptoeing
storms of our ignited nerves.

Hurl me into a deep
hollow stretching
its unfastened elastic spine

through air catapulted
with me to sprint
faster than a gale,

as we break through
walls and feathers
of air drizzles and gusts.

(ii)

I shoot myself
forward with arrows
of a tailwind
bulldozing both of us.

The sun has shaved
a path for us,
thawing off sticky clouds

I ‘ve no razor axe
to cleave off logs
of fat headwinds
hurled at me,

as I fly and sail
with you, our only paddles
darted glances.

(iii)

At a moon-rayed
dawn you blasted
broken trumpets
and struck dented cymbals,

loud squawks
splitting the air,

as you sneaked off
a trash bag
with my telephone call
on an early
morning's wheeze.

You rolled off
pebble-filled barrels
from your deep throats,

ripped dry leather
to fly from the pouted
mouth of a storm

through broken elephant
grass stalks
and rattling leaves

spat by your saw-edged voice
pushed by the thunder
of your stringed squawks,

as the morning sun
burnt the world
into ashes of your neighbor's
squeaking chicks
devoured by your freak-out,

as you turned cannibal
and I spun my back
at your flamy mouth.