Possessed by departed saints

Convulsing in celibacy

Speaking and freaking for the Lord,

Like a cherub covering His throne

All that great furniture

Assembled in forced community

That holy Do-Si-Do

Prophetic tongues, groanings . . .


I doubt you, Mother Ann.

I doubt your revelation.

All you left are scattered souls,

Fading bonnets, empty meeting-halls,

Old innovations

In the stillness of Sabbathday.


Simple and rustic empty chairs

Awaiting the next

False prophet.

All we got, it seems we have lost
     We must have really paid the cost...

                                  Bob Marley

Jacob Zuma, Julius Malema
Beat your chests, inflame your jungle.
All the world observes the mayhem
while your poor policemen bungle.

Rage impulses uncontrolled,
Cages open in your zoo;
On to shopping malls. Your cadres
Acted as directed to.

South Africa is not our world.
Red rainbows never end in gold.
A cloud of global witnesses
are watching. Let your woes unfold.

as i told my kids all their lives
there are only two ages
living and dead
everything else is a construct
and death might be one too

I can't sleep,
Maybe, because  I'm awake in someone's dream....