Vivid Dreams by Kofi Antwi

i am conducting a silver bullet

instead of qualms over speed and size

 

I find beauty opposes

Coltrane’s affair with familiar railroads

 

time flies right on by before

you know a body drops cold

 

and stifles the host of organic illusions

bypass dreamville and or ghetto’s haven

 

the shower of pain continues

where the onslaught begins

 

when I trigger it’s igniter

holy choruses sing Bloody Mary

 

it’s off springs gain traction

and grows louder with each tussle

 

my soul and spirit disappears

white shoes soak in a puddle of blood

 

until my pistol runs out of ammunition

and we are all – still

 

the gun ponder settles

and she recoils the kiss of death

 


Kofi Antwi is a writer of poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. A graduate from St. Joseph’s College MFA Creative Writing program, Kofi works as an educator at Arturo A Schomburg Satellite Academy. The prolific writer was born in Brooklyn and raised in Staten Island by parents of Ghanaian descent.