Red haired
red faced
with ruby red poker dots
and black spots
I am a sun baby
I am an African  girl

Dream pulls nightmare closer
Dream and nightmare proceed to dance
swinging in an leg less tango.

Dream pulls nightmare closer
hope talking up despair
light shining through darkly
lightweight on my boneless shoulders.

Dream pulls nightmare closer
They dance on the footsteps of my soul

I am hopeless in many things
but I can string a word or two
and win me some nice innings
like Misses Simone Simmons.

Standard night
A few drinks here
A few drinks there
Boys fancy the *****
Girls fancy the ****
Pantyless long legs
*******
Barely covered
Canal
Calamity
They give ut up with such ease
No time to tease

What is mogodu Monday
Without gonzzo like *** tales

Yo anja
He is on wheelchair
Mara  yena wababa

Eyi ngiziidlile leziyaziifebe

Three some
No more fantasy
Standard

Standard night
A few drinks here
A few drinks there
Boys fancy the *****
Girls fancy the ****
Canal
Calamity
They give ut up with such ease
No time to tease

I have been a hermit for a while
I see
Weeekends are for ******
In soweto

May you live in interesting times.

Untidy times.

As the centre is ripped at the seams.

The ***** trees dance to the beat
of the Sunday
breeze.
Two steps to the right
two steps to the left
breathe.

Slow rain droplets hang for
dear life on the ripe heads - a heavenly wet kiss that will send us
high above these grey clouds when
the time to puff and pass comes.

With due respect
there's this one aspect
no need to be a Jesuit
to be light suited
just be a conduit
let faith flow through
for not all labels are true.

He does'nt want anybody new to come Mahana
So he burns it down
He is a *****
His a capitalist
Pig.

They broke my camera
Scarred my ego
Nose bleeding
Confidence
gone walking
Found these words
At the corner of pain and regret.
Now ******* rage
Fucken philistine
Uncle to Mediocre
Cousin to ignorance
Son to heedless
Imbecile stay on your lane
Learn maybe you might.
Re read
And bow to superior logic

When you say yes to a pursuer
Don't pour into his wanting well
all of your precious water, a 1/4
or so liter of love springs is the
safe dosage to forego. This so
that when he/she is tired of
your love - you are not left
high and dry - crying your
eyes out wasting
the last precious
water you have.

This time around I need to try
and turn all my abstractions into
habitable constructions for the ructions that are I know are about
to befall me, my village and my
country men. I hope my rations are enough for this long treacherous
walk through the nearing blizzard.