a child's poem

all day fight the tear by turn to grin by joke too grim to choke -- better thought the thoughtless fool than thought the thoughtless sop thought the foolish thoughtless sop -- 'til the flood-gates break as a sop foolish thought lest unsafe... now you know, a child's poem

when blood was

thicker than muck

garde à l'eau

stick about long enough, you'll get splattered.

speak english, you say? 

ok, gardyloo then.

the bid's and the be's

looked
for it in love,
drugs, 
in religion, 
and hate;

in disgust, 
and disappointment,
mine eyes closed; 
thus, it found me.

sole food (soul foot)

"I've bleedin' haemarrhoids", an old hippie shoe-maker bared as, his sole; hemorrhaging un-staunched: "psycho-somatic though, you know -- anal fissures?" He thought. 

Thought again, then again out loud: "Guess I should stop calling people bleedin' arse-holes".

...gas so.

sin set

aperitif, 4 parts spirit, 1 part love;

flaky potato, seasoned to bits with salt, pepper, and butter-to-boot; 

wife's masala chicken, 

dash of home-made mustard, tabasco, and a zesty, by far too fresh-for-its-own-good young, most-green lemon 

– shades of a piña colada sinset... 

... sunset, at Roodeplaat, or was that, Ventersdorp, or Standerton.... damn?

...dam! 
bon appétit.

(for Yusuf 'Jeremy' Karodia)

 

law'n min'd

of - f
banquets and bullets,
beggars and kings,
scorched earth dreams,
screams, ice
cream and rings,
catalytic converters,
catatonic
stupor,
cataclysmic,
upheaval and rage;
profits, prophets and doom;
gloom, boom, broom,
to sweep,
in its sweep
matted hair and wound,
to earth,
mother,
womb: wonder-kop,
wander
...head

to bi- or not to -bi, a mother....

... removed, insistent she un-educated.

... removed, from school at fourteen, distant resonance, hers, Belong; receding echoes [that] swirl and t'will and re-constitute the whirl'd; words that grin as though they levitate and wince while all-the-while, circumscribe, these, its objects... magisterial subjects, inhabit witch to still-dance in the black forest of majestic wake --

-- carafe, cruet, valance ...

dig it

o' lawd,

let be the digger my imam

and congregation at once, my Grave;

my grace;

his sweat, Be

the only du'a, my only

witness.

       ~ a non, as i get

bank on foreclosure

... god's an absentee landlord