It’s not the storm that scares me. I sail towards thunder. What scares me is finding out during said storm that I’m not quite sure how to captain my own ship; what if I’m not even the captain at all?
Emmanuel Njomo Jr., Kitchen Sink
After you graduate you quickly realize that the only part of life that isn’t like high school is high school. The jocks are still trying to score and the spacecases are still day dreaming in the quad; the ones running things are still hollow and good gossip is king. The only difference is that you don’t have to ask if you can go to the bathroom. Well most of the time you don’t.
Emmanuel Njomo Jr., Untitled Manuscript
i. all this time
I’ve spent day dreaming
in the street,
in the shadows of the beast;
I am not lost —
is breath lost to a breeze?
I am not free —
does a dog not see its leash?
ii. The very idea of heaven confuses me —
the only people who would want an indestructible happiness
are those who know nothing of it.
iii. There’s been far more evil done in the name of good
than in any other form -
so tell me am I supposed to believe good
is not just an invention whispered into childrens ears
through bedtime stories, games, and a slanted history
to prepare them for the evil of the world?
iv. I wake up a grandpa and go to sleep a child —
who says each day isn’t an individual life?
who says we don’t die when we sleep?
who says we only have one soul?
who says dreams aren’t a gladiator match
between the hundreds of yous inhabiting your body?
v. He was the type that would count
how many steps backwards it takes
before it feels like you’re moving forward,
he’s a bad book by a good author,
everything about him is
highly specialized nonsense;
if science is magic that works
religion is magic that’s science.