…dawn breaks like a blow to the heart.

God Bless The Transkei
And her forgotten offspring
Through the turmoil and adversity
Droughts Stretching Seasons With No End
Her Beautiful Mountains Stand Proud
Home To The Thembu
O Land Of Old And Wealth
May You Long Be Showered With Rains
Forever Your Spirit Rise And Conquer
For You Are The True Beauty Of Africa
Prosper And Grow Transkei Land Of The Pioneers

Thin skinned
Like I grew up in a childhood to recover from
Christ the savior
pinned against white walls
and if you're not careful they'll nail you up there too

She told me
that the air tastes of
nothing
but
nostalgia and arsenic

cigarette ashes
fly on the wind,
as i stare at my black coffee,
it gazes back at me.
black sobranie,
and i debate;
of all the people,
i find it hard to see
is there something
worth seeking.
just like dust,
i let them go
i never looked back
let them think i'm bore.
you may be
a world unseen,
yet i am so tired
no words flow well enough.
i'll just go lose myself
in paint and doubt
while i stare at my coffee,
and flit around.

Two lovebirds snuggle
in the shade of a weeping willow,
oblivious to chastising honks
of Canadian geese.

Blushing buds begin to bloom,
swollen with anticipation
as the solstice draws near
and blood boils beneath the skin.

Weathered voyeurs train watchful eyes
on the short-lived marriage of the flesh,
scoffing at the consummation of seasons,
knowing the fickle nature of the sun.

When the geese fly south, so will he.