Two Poems by Tim Fab-Eme

Oily Skin Pimples paint my oily skin, sometimes they burst like bombs stifling the swifts and shrimps and shrews on my forehead; I hide my blemished face in a mask of sobriquets.                                           You call me oil-rich, friend, and smirk as sycophants do; you spell my name backward hiding these blebs in lies that grow fatter … Continue reading Two Poems by Tim Fab-Eme