bland streets
give birth to austere
children playing with chalk
hopscotch horde
SAMO dropped the bomb

no place to sleep
cheese to eat
find the avant garde spirit
moving with fleas
friends are dogs
the genius notes
worlds explode from Manhattan to Midrand
the child casts spells with calloused hands

a nervous man
with his Bohemian fabric
emerges from the brothel of thought
no Warhol
just unpublished papers
in black banks

influence predates intelligence
when things fall apart
perish in art
juntas and intellectuals will critique
your gore will speak.