The Cyclotronic Till Onlyness turned inside out, Poking at it with a sharp stick it is. It has no smell It is going nowhere. It is here always Like a best friend, or a cancer. Like the Borld Wank the eternal enemy I know its face intimately We are best mates. Buddies for life armstrong [...]
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Facing the wrong way. ` I was living on the front pages, when you wanted me to be the centrefold. ` `Astrid~ `
Ocean Velvet ` Into the ocean, a thousand diamonds strewn. A heart of velvet, tempered by the moon. ` Astrid~ “ `
I went to the supermarket to buy washing powder. How I wish they were selling will power instead.
Poetry: Inspiration and/en, Song vir Popeye
Posted: February 24, 2010 in PoetryTags: afrikaans gedigte, Poetry
Unpublishable ` Inspiration, ` I thank you much. due thanks are such. ` The bitter berry you’ve implanted, has left my juices quite… - enchanted. ` The demented cut of your rejection, has spawned subliminal introspection. ` Your exodus from this affair once left me in shocking disrepair. How now my depravation has evolved into a Subliminal [...]
Valium? Oh, ok. Lee Simple with the leather corset has a heart of silk She hides behind her oil skins and rotten teeth, Her breasts like Kilimanjaro, Her hair on fire, Her heart empty as a glove on a Sunday morning. She gives a flower that she picks from Vesuvius …to find it lying dying on [...]
Out out out with her tongue. Her silence weave webs of golden threads. Rip rip rip Her useless voice from its silken throat and toss it without a care into the slimy moat. It gets worse. If it gets better, We will all kneel down and pray Noses touching the ground Bottoms up Eating [...]
Ode to Sea Point Pool: or The beginning of the end?
Posted: October 6, 2009 in PoetryTags: poetry; death of a pool
Liquidly departed Lidless the hollow-eyed pool stare into a seamless sky, Prostrate. Waterless echoes against blank walls, searching for the crack through which to slip. High tied board in white and red binds pale arms and legs that slide and glide and wrinkle into a smile that square sad face. Screaming pink bodies and laughter [...]
Bob’s legacy – from The Aliens that walk among us.
Posted: June 14, 2009 in PoetryTags: Poetry, Roberty Mugabe, Xenophobia
The mad man in his hood shouting at the street, restless, unprovoked; performing for us sipping lattes at sidewalk cafes, shaking our heads at the crimelines. The brutality to aliens. Mad man in the hood shouts foreign at the girl with the micro skirt, cursing her disappearing back. His hunger forgotten, his thirst; Bob’s legacy Man [...]
Wishfull thinking I wish I was hollow. I’d dig a big hole and bury my sorrow. I would catch a train, and speed away from this pain. I would cry until I throw up. and stare into space, and listen to my heart race. I could wish you were here… I could drink myself to [...]
