LOS ANGELES FIRE. Fearsome fire with the fastest of feet. Destruction has decided not to be discreet. Buildings being burned beyond repairs. This fierce fire has refused to be fair. It’s death with a deceitful disclaimer. She keeps referring to us as mere wailers. No matter how we avoid the blame games, the failing weather keeps fanning the flame. Residents running for the safest of routes. An end to these evacuations is still a doubt. The enormous efforts expressed by firefighters. Let the climate put off her smoking lighters. Hope is a sacrifice succumbing to heavy smoke. A suffocating situation sending back a choke. Lanre Badmus The Poetic Assassin Mississippi USA January 2025

A free verse from a self acclaimed slave Wriggling within your warmth is a war I wouldn’t want to win… a definite determination to be defenseless. Strike me severally with series of sensations. Pre and post war, I present myself as a prisoner. If people call it an imprisonment, I’ll say it’s false. Shove me into your shackles, I see no shame. Hold unto me like a hopeless hostage. I hope you’ll refuse all presented ransom. Let me be bound by the beauty of your bosom. Exempt me from all expressions of emancipation Making your heart my home is now a habit. For as long as life lives on, I’ll also linger. A free verse from a self acclaimed slave. Lanre Badmus The Poetic Assassin January 2025 Mississippi USA

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Masculine movements that solve a riddle- Around her waist, a wind of war wriggles. A management of many maneuver of muscles. No therapy can tame these teasing tussles. Body-parts in pursuit of passionate patterns. For vision, romantic rhythm needs no lantern. The willingness if a waist that wrestle for lust. She wouldn’t stop tiill the sun returns to dust. A casual calisthenics being overtly carried out. They both deserve Olympic medals, no doubts. Lanre Badmus The Poetic Assassin Mississippi USA January 2026

Doubt draws a diagram for my soul to see. Fastened to fate, my soul couldn’t flee. Despair with a dentition that deceives my heart. I fell like a seed, my root got trapped by earth. The blade of my belief has suddenly gone blunt. Surely, hope has fallen a victim of small fonts. Hesitancy with a hold the sleeves of a decision. Futility also flings her fangs with utter precision. Doubt with a deliberate determination to deliver. The Chinese fable of a little horse and a river. Lanre Badmus The Poetic Assassin Mississippi USA January 2026