Poetry Schizophrenia

Schizophrenia by Adedamola Jones Adedayo

elsewhere in the bellybutton of Africa, I approximate as a misnomer
you do not want to measure in litres of normalcy

people say my body is already colonized by an influx of strange audio-visuals
which are toxifying its fractions with syrups of misinformation
& they say my body is festooned with antonyms of realities because
every filament of my thoughts, they think, is naggingly nauseous.

But, I swear, they fail to understand me—

that it is perfectly normal to find heaven inching closer downwards
riding on the mien of regal attachment
& mimicking rapture whenever outside is endearing enough
to see me walk my leisure in abridged sunlight.

they insist that I’m a man with compromised brains,
saying heaven is immobile, a remote delicacy of the surreal.

they do not understand how a cocktail party tenants my room
at the invite of each fortnight when a saturated mind squats
in an emergency suaveness of the wall clock & the standing fan.

I won’t tell them about my dead father whose throat is always guesting
at my luncheon table;
I won’t tell them since they must be mad not to see the things I see.

Adedamola Jones Adedayo writes from a remote town in Lagos, Nigeria. When his muse falters, he takes pleasure in watching Chelsea F. C. maul other football teams. His writings have made it to Poetry Nation, BPPC anthology, Aceworld, Writers Space Africa, etc., and are being considered elsewhere for publication.