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Blinde man

jou glimlag maak op vir die oë

wat nie kyk nie,

wel sien

Is dit juis as gevolg daarvan?

die kinkel in jou roete

benader jy met soveel vertroue

in jouself -

as ek maar net die draai van my pad

met soveel dapperheid kon aanpak

Stanford

‘n straatlig se geheime glans

berge se misterieuse trans

agtergrondstemme in die volmaandans:

dis Stanford

en dis stil,

afgesonder

ver van al die chaos

pyn

tragedie

hulpelose stoei na niks

die uil hoe hoe weemoedig wys

geen kaggel

slegs bevestiging

van nou se vrede

absolute kalmte

mag die son nie weer verskyn nie

Al

Dis siek

Dis vreemd

Dis onnatuurlik

Dis die verkeerde lifeline

Dis reg

Dis my gemaksone

Dis nou

Dis al

 Skreeu

die deur van hoop

is nou gesluit

en skielik is elke kleur en klank

elke sintuig wat ervaar,

verdoof

ontwoord

ontnugter

stomgeslaan -

alles skree ‘n skrille herinnering

wat eggo in my oor:

dawerend breek dit alle

stilte in my hart

Intermediate

from up here

the cracks damage the earth’s skin

man-made interjections

criss-cross a landscape of skull

a bulging three dimensional barren land

far down there

stares back at me

untouchable

unfathomable

unreachable

almost unreal

this earth of dust and ticking time

that we call life

and above

a limitless blue sky

awaits

Ideal dancer

black leather feeds

a black cat

white milk

smokes a business card

called dementia

while shaving simultaneously

smiling at his black goddess

and swearing at the wind

who mysteriously took his dream catcher

How to replace a former dream

Another story of peculiar loss

i love watching you in silence

my mysterious man

all mixed up

trying to escape

cape town

endless waves meeting the shore views to infinity the smell of sea and pine needles the wind on my face and speed under my bum

cape town i love you