another poem about work

work, these days,
 is a swollen tumour on my psyche:
it’s not the job itself you understand,
my vocation,
delictely guiding reluctant pubsecents as they 
stumble blindly through the fog of  tweenagehood – that’s not it.
the cancer eating away at me is the very act of work,
the daily cycle of waking and sleeping and the incessant insistence that I THINK!
god, I’m so sick of THINKING:
the endless demand to
communicate,
negotiate,
pontificate,
delegate [...]

song of shan

sometimes our dreams
seem to linger -
I would dream of your love
dreaming into your love
in the shadow of an eclipe
my mind lingers on your lips
i would dream of your love
dreaming into you love

allow the earth

allow the Earth to
swallow you
its newness
empower you
devour you
deflower you
it speaks through the trees
and with ease
through the breeze
singing with the sun
its thread spun
its web undone
permanent revolution
as it spins

the

the pain i have
is not my own;
it’s grown inside
the greenhouse of my mind
lit by the slow scorching heat
of betrayal and jealousy
that thrives in the dark soil of my
imagination

the damp

sweet substance console me-
the rafters have sunken lower as the air has grown cooler
and I  am
settled in
like a bear in winter
the warmth
is difficult to define exactly-
perhaps it begins like a whiff of smoke
insidious, undetectable except by its faint odour
I hardly care though
where it comes from;
why should i when
the warmth is all that matters
and [...]

Shakaville – apologies for the ridiculous number of paragraphs:can’t seem to cut and paste stories properly

Shakaville 
           It was a great day. The sun was blazing, the sky was empty and blue The midday air was sticky with humidity. No one knew exactly where we were headed. Peter was the only one with a licence since he had had to repeat standard eight. This meant he made the choices about where [...]

SHE

 I was waiting anxiously outside the pharmacy, the chill wind sweeping through my overcoat, indifferent to the fur lined suede. I jiggled around, shaking, sucking on my cigarette, breathing out the damp smoke, flicking the ash over and over like a nervous junkie. Where was she, where was she, that slight beauty with the trembling [...]

him

“Place it in the hat.” I said. There was this man sitting on the side of the island.  The traffic light had just turned red. Usually they knock on the window, or mumble a lot, point at their tummies, lock onto your eyes, drilling into your white guilt. He was just sitting there on the [...]

The walk: a south african tale

 Freaking Friday night! I think, sitting awhile, tired of the emptiness of my television, a cold reminder that I’m alone tonight. I decide to take a walk to get some fresh air, a little exercise to clear the head and besides, my cigarettes have run out. 
The evening is colder than I thought it would be. But the air is [...]

several instances

several instances
of bitter recourse
divided
the better of us
 
your hand bleeds crimson,
ochre,
all the colours of a rose
all the colours of a dying morning
all  the colours of late autumn wrapped in the chill of winter
returning
 
the first instance:
your shadow wilting
he climbed inside your womb
and scattered all motion
while you screamed
you screamed
and bled
and screamed
 
the next instance:
I spread my wings [...]