Poetry by Fui Can Tamakloe
Once
I was asked why there are more men in the bar
than in the church.
both are refuges for men who have come
to hide from trouble.
one opens once a week,
the other opens every day.
and most people have problems,
that never go on break
December is when the city goes mad(Accepted)
Horns blare,
Tempers flare,
Passersby stare.
The traffic is mad in town today.
Everyone’s going somewhere,
Even if their lives are going nowhere.
Especially if their lives are going nowhere.
Horns blare,
Tempers flare,
We’re in a hurry to go nowhere.
Bio
Aside writing short stories and poetry, Fui Can-Tamakloe enjoys a
number of things which include teaching Literature part time, running
his mouth on Twitter, and a cold beer at questionable times of the day.
Originally published July 15, 2019