Sullen Girls always finish last

You didn’t notice me

slipping away.

 

It’s always like that.

Entirely yours

 

until

 

You turned away

 

And when eons agog

you finally look back

 

Shocked

at the husk

 

That’s

Now me

 

Unforgiving

They say the

Cancel flick

Is Cultural

 

No space for

Mistakes now

 

Wrong glance

Word spew

Harsh tone

 

And its tickets

A decade of receding

Limitless

Limits

Capable of

Smallness

Now

 

Boldness

a backstory

Now

Melt down

mind the cracks

tread carefully

so necks don’t snap

 

in it for the money baby

that monthly paycheck

 

treading water

sinking slide

 

gulps of salty

corporate slime

keep on trucking

dead and empty

 

façade slips

confidence

drips

 

bend

over

nicely

I was told

We are not a family

that speaks about things

always fine

we step over

the cracks

fake the

smiles

and

quietly

cry

LOSS

Sending you

my whole

heart

all of it

every drop

to soak

the devastation

the agony

of 

loss

Last night

that plastic container

with itsy white ones

called my name

popped one

then another

thought about

a fist full

a slam dunk

In that numb

hazed out space again

where terminating

entices

Uhm nothing inside

life in horizontal

pavement down

traipsing

purposeful

manicured feet

nick and shove

as they strut by

but this black dog

is frozen

struck

face

down

On bergie day

Don’t mean to be

ungrateful

when around me

thousands

sleep in the rain

collect meals

from dustbins

So many

outstretched

hands

So many

clenched

fists

coated in gold

Yearn for

intimate

interaction

cause adults

don’t speak

about

the real things

keep things

surface

…the weather’s safe

…stock-market

pleasures

pump out

successes

achievements

showy banter

shiny noise

as meaningful as

…traffic

FROZEN

how to be more

and not so small
when the core
is a crumble

and the world
cordons off  
leaky people

embracing only

the ball breaking
cat -walkers
 
the washed out
submerged in
damp corners

and doors slam
forcing rearward
desperate steps

 

My father

died

peacefully

I will take no

other accounts

for I have seen

the wreckage of

slow death, and

in comparison

his ending

was near

perfect

one moment

drawn breath

smooth as silk

a thread of time

from life to

last breath

as beautiful

a death,

as lives

are written

about

 

Safety Net

head
against
your chest
just for a
moment
safely
ensconced
packed away
in your arms

In the beginning

there is no
flowery creator
proclaimed
maker of
humanity’s mistakes
no guiding light
forcing hands
making plans
rather
we’re a solitary
random blunder
a big bang
synapse of
molecules
with zero
purpose
equating
nothing

A is for

Shame on
that community
playing watchdog
dragging down-
syndrome young
girl from her bed
left jailed alone
as her parents flee
anticipating
mob trial
for singed papers
the burnt
offerings
of religious
charbroiled
words

In Death We Unite

In a heartbeat
the mundane
humdrum
rumble, jungle
we call our lives
bursts open
and it’s time to put
the dead to bed

 At the gravesite

sombre stroll passed
so many rows of stones
someone’s Solly
Hymie or Polly
A Kaplinksly, Rabinsky
or Moshe Manisnsky

A plane sweeps above
glides through
the misty day
and moments
slow down
surreal
words on display
Soil tossed
and shovels
laid down
face first

The Blues

when your
grasp on life is slowing
No confidence
No growing
the walls a crumble
the office a jungle
take a deep breathe
and ward off slow death
with anything sweet
a thought, a small treat
the tiniest of smiles
and a note to your head
that the people you love
are the real
stuff of life

Enjoy

Your life
blow away
sorrow thoughts
ugly bile
terror trials

On a taxi
innocent ladies face
is covered with acid
by gang initiators
who flee

In Bruma lake
bodies float
to the surface
with the marks
of a serial killer

In North Africa
Gadaffi dictates
in the South
Mugabe
mutilates

Blow all those
thoughts away
the stoning of Soraya
the rape of six month old
baby Tshepang

For today the
sun is shinning
and for billions life carries
on oblivious

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Craquelure

when
the facade slips
beware the
wolves licked lips
sure time
for a calculated
trip

Lie still

no energy
to chase
flies from
mommy’s face

her eyes
glass hollows
gaze at me
with love

enough to
fill my heart
and feed air into
my swollen belly

and flies feast
off mommy's face
and her eyes
are still mine

for a while
until blackened
buzzing
covers her lids

On the Fritz

knew a girl
born out of era
was it god
or evolutions error

She didn't blend
with the pace
of the human race

so she opted out
and took last place

Carcass of an Atheist

At the gym reed thin blonde girl
treads and steps,
pounding anorexic bones
gaunt eyes on CNN

It’s babies today
from deep dark Africa
rope arms not to carry
or wrap around
legs not for walking

Hollowed faces
marble stares
born to starve
too die in pain,
like Jesus did.

Mamihlapinatapai

Unrequited desire

momentarily melodious
through shared dual mellifluous gaze

mutual yearn, burn, covet, crave

desiring instigate from other

left deflated...uninitiated

The Bed

Oh to lie
with you

in that bed

from the 80’s

arms thread

through

wrought iron

platted twirls

bodies

entwined

silky moans

honey sighs

spread across that

big baroque bed

Finger Dance

Did I dream you last night

or was it you that led me

to the room next door

smoky and dense

thick tongue

rich red

filled my mouth

hot and moist

we fell into eachother

Arms at my sides

too weakened

to hold you

FaintingFlyingFloating away

Drenched in bliss

Press Play

been on pause
stuck in a lacuna
a debris space

while
Zimbabwean man
is flung from
Xenophobic train

Ego matters of
slow magnitude
midst a world
bleeding

Time to
smile outward
lock fingers
with brothersothers

New bride

Tortoise and the hare
Thought I was safe from
the sun’s cancerous glare
dared to shade my eyes
blot out rose tinted rays
So the sun deserted
leaving warmth
to a shiny new heir.

Peer Pressure

Fallen behind
the crowd
Mid-age slump
crawl and groan
off miniature throne
Not that much
Any more

Face in the Mirror

Graceful evolution
from butterfly to slug
Joplin hair, wild abush
eyes dragooned red,
puffy and dead

Will survive yet again,
another heightened day
Even the dread days
are better than dead days
of which there are plenty

Lonely Life

People
bump people
fromallsides

skating ants
we glide at near miss

smileandgreet
deadpan
socialisewithdrink
monotone

words
more
guardedbanter
empty

lonelylife
even for a
motherwife

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Africa in not my land

Head on clash
Voices smash
Shriek on shriek
Phone goes crash

Dash home for
face-on-face
confront
with domestic

Try and
calm her
but she seems
possessed

“Don’t touch me”
she spits
eyeballs
like pellets

Let’s sit

We speak
her words
mutate

I’m wrong
She’s right
She’s black
I’m white

Milton Pool

Breathing into a bag,
boy on a beach masturbates,
glue fumes sucked deeply.

Small space away, toddler squeals
Telly tubby swimsuit stained
with chocolate ice-lolly.

On guard,
mother watches

legs spread,
cock in hand,
still pumping,

broken only
by concave
inhaled plastic.

“It’s cold” shrieks the toddler

“Some spare change madam?”

Why does your friend have to
masturbate on the beach?

“I know I tell him”

I’ll give you money when I go,
but only if you leave us alone.

Life Begins At

four times ten
or
ten times four

No matter
the adding
Ain’t
young any more

That forty thing
The half way
Ping

Got a definite tempo
A fear rising
Sting

Turn the beast
on its head

It sure is
better in bed

Still
     Slipping,
               Slipping,

Sipping away

at the options
still
open

the
dreams
still to
grow

THE MD

Are the surest externally

All threadbare internally?

It might not seem

But Im a timid thing

Holding a weighty life

Which I have chosen

Empties

Society crafted a happy little solution

to make our stay more tolerable -

I bought into it

but now Im heavy

Im returning my purchase

In Your Arms

             Saw a tree today

  with arms as wide as the universe

             and stilts to hold

            the weight of them

LACUNA

I’m free now
but not free enough
to know
what to do with myself.

Not Another Blogging Poet

I am a poet who has found a platform. Constructed a gallary space to house my work.  I am grateful to any reader who visits...to all that engage with my words.  Feel free to comment.  Criticism is very welcome!