Ndikhumbula ezontsuku sihleli kunye sithandana,Kwaku mnandi ngezontsuku Sthandwa Sam,kwa Ku ngekh'onenzondo nanqala komnye,yayi luthando lwentliziyo ne mincili phakathi kwam nawe.

Ubundithanda,ndikuthanda, suke wangen'umtyholi phakathi kwam nawe,labhubhuzel'ibhabhathane kweyakhw'ingqondo,wandishiya ndisakuthanda Sthandwa Sam,wandishiya ndili lolo Themba lam.

Bendikukhonzile,ndiku thembile.Bendisithi soze thina sohlulwe na kukufa! Kanti ndiyazikhohlisa.Nanga awokugqibela,uzuhlale uyazi ndiyakudinga.Ngaphandle kwakho ndililolo.

Buya Sthandwa Sam ndiya kukhumbula! Buya Themba lam ndiyakudinga! Obam ubu doda bemka mhla kumka Wena! Buya Sthandwa Sam uzolungis'ikhaya liyadilika!Buya Sthandwa Sam uzobuyis'obam ubudoda!!

Flappers were good girls; formerly Edwardians,
even Victorian, suddenly modern; driving cars
& smoking & drinking & doing the Charleston
to ragtime Jazz; gong where there didn't belong
but making their way to the center
of the dance floor; kicking up their Cuban heels
& showing off their ankles before *******
were invented; liberated gals wearing bloomers
or nothing underneath their beads & sequence;
Gibson girls became flappers & the Gilded Age
became ******* long before ******* was a thing;
Strippers coming off the circus runway
to dance for drunks & gangsters who wanted
to see more & more skin in every way
until one day Carol Doda took it all off
after decades of naked ladies stepping into
the limelight & becoming stars in their own right;
but **** women are no more, it's just not allowed;
women are accusing men of having libidos
they can't control; the women pretending vaginas
have a mind of their own

whose memories of growing up                                       person
in stockings are the only
hope of getting rich is like                                               money
watching her tear her stocking

closely; I came upon an old
photograph so scarred I had
to hold it up to the light; I saw
the women lining up to go

upstairs;
thousands of years before go-go
became intangible; a goddess will pass unnoticed              among ******

invented by Carol Doda;
mother of the several sons
of the prophets in town
for just one night; tell them                                                            t­hat
the seasons have vanished
on the ***** wings
of pro baseball;                       Cosmopolis                             Tropicopolis
is that ur home now;

no whirlwinds to live through,
serpents leaving
frost on the copper belt
jointed like a snake;
Hydra in her Iron Age slumber
takes the shape of blooming in                                                   daylight

creatures
Libras all, they called up to the
                                                         room deserving

Flappers were good girls; formerly Edwardians,
even Victorian, suddenly modern; driving cars
& smoking & drinking & doing the Charleston
to ragtime Jazz; gong where there didn't belong
but making their way to the center
of the dance floor; kicking up their Cuban heels
& showing off their ankles before *******
were invented; liberated gals wearing bloomers
or nothing underneath their beads & sequence;
Gibson girls became flappers & the Gilded Age
became ******* long before ******* was a thing;
Strippers coming off the circus runway
to dance for drunks & gangsters who wanted
to see more & more skin in every way
until one day Carol Doda took it all off
after decades of naked ladies stepping into
the limelight & becoming stars in their own right;
but **** women are no more, it's just not allowed;
women are accusing men of having libidos
they can't control; the women pretending vaginas
have a mind of their own