he’s smart
that guy
in the mirror
no he’s a
sucker
try to
sucker punch him
see his face splinter
his blood
all
over your hand
01 Friday Jan 2016
he’s smart
that guy
in the mirror
no he’s a
sucker
try to
sucker punch him
see his face splinter
his blood
all
over your hand
06 Saturday Dec 2014
SUN PEDESTAL
was trying to
climb that high pedestal
pissed at all
the riff-raff already there (easy
it turns out to
ape genius)
scratching, clawing
desperate to see, feel the Sun from
a couple of feet closer
the sheer delusion of it
only hitting me when I was
almost there
about to
win
or fall
feet closer
03 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted Biblical, Danger, digital age, Humanity, Integration, Misrecognition, Poem, poetry, political, postmodern, power, religious, social comment, South African, Value and meaning
inNothing can restore
in Afrikaans they say
(I say) the
bullet has already
travelled through
the church
and it does not matter who
it was aimed at
or why
it always hits
Jesus by mistake, and
the apologists and
damage -controllers
rush in
to protest
having carefully worked there way
past the money -lenders outside
the temple
loud-hailing, megaphoning, taking the top-Nielsen rating media spots
to proclaim
that this was not
Jesus, just a
statue of him, a crude icon,
a (missing the irony) pale
imitation
and now since this
is now written in longer than
15 minute electronic stone
who are we (we
little humble
expendable people) to
disbelieve them?
03 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted Alien, cosmic, Ecology, Humanity, identity, Integration, Language, Misrecognition, Nature, Poem, poetry, political, satire, Separation
indawn another
day on
the alien planet
so many
different species, races, cultures
words that I do
not understand
alone
on a hostile, vicious,
caring, beautiful planet
the Mother that
nurtured that
secretly (the
tragedy
of
our separation)
I hate
in good
such good, like, alien company
03 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted identity, Misrecognition, Poem, poetry, political, postmodern, psychological/psychoanalytical, Race, Reader, Separation, social comment, Truth
inI am a
mirror
but you
cannot see
yourself
you say
there is no image
and if there
were
it could not
be me
I hold a mirror
vainly trying
to capture
what it is in
you I
see in me
and then you look
the mirror clouding
over as
in a fairytale
and the
voice that speaks there
tells you there
is no me