My Taal, My Tong
om en om die perkament
gly sy slymerige tong –
A Whiff of Africa
each a nostril's size
the berries of the ficus
luna(tic)
Hello World
Hello World
Nice to see you today!
Hope everything is going well
Boredom
let me be the wind
i want to be the wind
and swirl
Whatever Is, Is Right
Whatever is, is right
This night’s calm
water like a black
museum floor
relaxes me. I pick
a pebble flecking
the moon light
and flip it in the lake.
It sends out circles
to the irregular
shore. The moon
on water, circles
from a splash,
a bluegill swimming
round and around
its shallow nest
reminds me earth
creates in spheres.
We make corners
nature lacks, to plot
our gods on perfect.
planes. No one
lives in round huts
anymore or caves,
Boredom
Monsters
The monsters in me now, so fierce so vile,
So unnatural, pure demons, sinister creatures,
Dark auras filled with hate and pure malice,
Slowly eating away my happiness, blocking away my bliss.
Purple Bliss
Waves crashing against the rocks,
The cliff staying strong, a prisoner at the docks,
Above him, the purple sky, such sight, such bliss,
The one thing in the world he will miss.
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