If one is inert
And ten is a breakthrough
You and I, in concert,
Add to a beautiful two.

If red is progress
And yellow is obscene
Us two, coalesced,
Somehow craft a verdant green.

With the earth above
And the sky below
I’d make a pretty dove
And you a peaceful doe.

Ambivalence towards higher station
You have enough apportioned
And your only aspiration’s
To be a full-fledged person

Dit is verganklik
om te **** jou neus is plat
onder die, masker,


It is ludicrous
to view our noses as flat
face masks for false fronts.

Wrong crowd empty cup
she dipped her toes
in the wrong throes
tumbling like a lost kite
head-spinning
blinded by the height,
the eyes have vision
but this naive girl
had compromised her sight,
abandoned and disgraced
catching the twenty-two
in-between
a rock and a hard place.