dans

ek wou jou
kom haal
om die ekstase in
oerdrang
van ritme
te kom deel;

maar
jy was weg.

Dis al.

enkeling

sy stap daar binne
skouers terug
ken gelig
sopas 'n tragiese glimlag gesluk
in die sytrap
van lewe se geluk

tussen klank van spot en spog
sluk sy 'n gratis glas vol wyn
peusel slegs vir die hande
se betrokke lyk in die samesyn
opwaarts geforseerde lyne
eggo die nodige oog vang
en knik

maar

staar
waar 'n karoo landskap haar
geskiedenis verlaat
definitiewe lyn van pen
versny en hale verf gekwas
geplak
tot geen grein van kaaldoek
agterbly

stil en eensaam
vind haar eie verdriet die skadulyn
van 'n enkel figuur,
voels
wat 'n volmaakte naderende geheel
van skemer skeur

en 'n enkelman
wat tuur

Rou

die kraan drup
die hond byt 'n vlooi
die hadeda skree
die straat raas
die vloer is taai
die gras het gevrek
die musiek is weg
my oe is hol
my mond is droog
en my wese ongoddelik seer

unedited linear insanity

i)
with you
i can be quiet
be me
be silent
be still
be no one
be empty
unload
just
be me

ii)
dance
with me
while watching
intently
observing
loving with your hands
moving
a rythm
that completes
that me
not shown to the world

iii)
nothing compares

should i?
should i wait?
commit to you?
a lonely life with you?

nothing will ever be the same

iv)
as you love me
you dance me
as you dance me
you love me

as i dance you
i desire you
as you desire
i love

i think

v)
die hardste
nee
wat ek nog ooit
moes aanhoor

ek moet gaan

vi)
jy trap op my
terwyl ek le
is net so erg
soos
jy maak my al
so lank daagliks
seer

vii)
at dunkley
i observe the chit chat
about fake
happiness
fake lives
or maybe real
who knows
maybe i'm just
going crazy

viii)
i quietly sit here
contemplating loss
while my heart
and soul is torn
in bits of
fragile newspaper scraps-
torn to create
a paper mache
of sadness
faking a smile
a life
a nothing

ix)
and suddenly the night sets in
and hush the day to oblivion
and wine numbs senses
and relax me to a state of silence
and one without you
and now?

x)
voel asof my oe
uit my kop wil klim
en skree
nee
onaards gil
soos 'n kind
wat stry teen 'n naald in haar rug
die dierlike pyn van
dit kan mos nie
kan nie
nee
dit
kan
net
nie

xi)
elke woord
wat oor jou lippe rol
soos die lem van 'n swaard
halt my
in luidkeelse
stilte in

xii)
i sit here
trying to
look calm
and collected
while
my heart
grows
out of bounds
leaps out
at this unfair world
silent words
pours out
to kill
the world

xiii)
the anger came
from
such a deep place of frustration
too much
too long
too endless
hopelessly
caught on the wind

xiv)
woorde
sonder
ophou
in jou mond
jou hart
jou siel
jou woordelose
klank van stem
kom klim
in my
ontmoet my woorde
warboel
in my kop
versteurd
waai woorde
rond
in niks
vakuum
pyn
myne
joune
wat maak dit saak
ons woorde is dieselfde

xv)
the man
with the green and yellow
checkered
double-breasted suit
and matching tie

carries
a see through bag
with a black and white
penguin

how strange

yet he doesn't think so

he
walks away
with confidence

all alone

care

saw a moon today
subtly hiding in
daylight

no one would have noticed
but she floated
heard her heartbeat
ricochet in water

cleansing
clearing
what?
whose pain?
his mouth swallowing the tears?
suppressing his anger?

hurting others with words meant for self
-i do not want you to care-

is that why
her crystal caught
a prism of sunlight
from blue to red
against the canvas of her bed?

a prison of colours
hiding a tear
that smothered his smile