Scurrying back and forth, let me estimate my worth I donâ€™t have a job so around bins I skulk and rob to eat enough to live and the world my children give Itâ€™s a hard existence with the petty persistence of the screaming woman who gets the bar showman to jump up and down without a frown and try to squash me when Iâ€™m just as beautiful as can be. If you enjoyed this, try ‘Hurley Burley Whirlies’, my fun poem on sex and the scariness of love.
Chatsworth to Sezela Knysna to forever Does it matter, your birth? Weâ€™re all from this earth Durban to Mafikeng Sandton to Soweto From apartheid to democracy We decide our worth Chorus [sung like a childrenâ€™s rhyme by children] Stand in your place and name your face Subscriptions are welcome to One human race Moscow to Istanbul Mumbai to New York City Weâ€™re getting out of breath With hundreds still left Beijing, Ho Chi Minh, Tokyo, Rio and Jerusalem Every city rhyming with sin stand up, sign your name in Bridge … Continue reading →
A thought erupt into a mazedene of go and stay Martini listens â€˜cause it has no choice Everyoneâ€™s a Martini on a particular day: no taking and no feedback (this is the consequence of an emotion attack) Retribution is dead but minds collide in the heat so that poetry is anti-orgasmic and hearts live apart Raise your glasses to the lucky dead Weâ€™re all children when destinyâ€™s not our future but a reflection.