Songs, v 2

[Achebe]

I enjoyed it, though the ending was a bit abrupt. 
One issue with poetry written thus, as dialogues, is that it can remain a loose jumble of images, it's people talking past each other, after all, is that it comes across as being a cop out of writing something more structured. Or maybe that's just my preference talking.
Thanks for posting

Songs


Lover.
I'll dance in the shower,
I know you bugged my room.

Beloved.
I know I've got the blood of birds, .....a pretty line, and enigmatic
dad was a bird and mom was a bird. They flew .....three 'birds', but not a problem
out of the countryside and into the city,
they saw the spires in silhouette. I'll fly away too. ....I like the unexpected rhyme here
Someday I'll see the sea, someday I'll see mountains,
but tonight I'll sing, my lips and ears
carried by the wind. ....not sure how ears can be carried by the wind....you don't speak with your ears

Lover.
My room's got a perfect view
of the mall: in silhouette,
the lights distant, twinkling like stars. ...pretty

Beloved.
When I'm grown, I'll scare away the cats.
I'll make like an Icarus and wax
the hairs off my skin. I'll launch myself
out of my bedroom window, shadow the hot tin roof.
Make sure you get my good side. ....beautiful line. 

Lover.
They raped mountains 
for that mall, they filled in the sea... ....the lover sounds like a hysterical nerd, no offence

Alright, I'll dance, I'll tap my foot.

Songs


Lover.

I'll dance in the shower,
I know you bugged my room
has a perfect view
of the mall: in silhouette,
its lights distant, twinkling like stars.

Beloved. I am dark but lovely,
you daughters of Jerusalem.

I know I've got the blood of birds,
dad was a bird and mom was a bird. They flew
out of the countryside and into the city,
they saw the spires in silhouette. I'll fly away too.
Someday I'll see the sea, someday I'll see mountains,
but tonight I'll sing, my lips and ears
carried by the wind.

Lover. In the Suburbs...

Turn the radio on? Rather read a book,
she stops too short of intelligence. I admit,
fame makes me jealous, but what makes me even madder
is how they don't see the truth. They've killed too many
innocent kids, I think. They're only sick.

I like black music, too.
I admit, I find her sexy
they raped mountains
for the mall, they filled in the sea
Alright, I'll dance, I'll tap my foot.

Beloved.

When I'm grown, I'll scare away the cats.
I'll make like an Icarus and wax
the hairs off my skin. I'll launch myself
out of my bedroom window, shadow the hot tin roof
Make sure you get my good side.

My overall impression of this poem is that it's got some lovely lines, particularly: