MAGWINYA
do i want
to eat
your magwinya?
well, sugar,
pop the lot
in my mouth
hot
from the oil
and to keep
the Celcius and
Fahrenheit
seriously up there
soaring
everywhere
let’s go to town
with seconds and chilli
crazy red pods and
green eyed demigods
seem to have come
from the heart of
Sirius
core of Betelgeuse
magwinya: South African fast food: deep fried dumplings eaten with a hot vegetable relish and polony
CLIMB
want to K2 you
Evel Knievel
you up to the summit
see how
deep it goes
your
razamataz
no drop off
slip slide away
sheer ice crevasse
swallow us up
out of
nowhere
no perfect foot
and finger holds
ropes to bind ua
keep
us sure in
our connection
luxury of a perfect
crazily easy climb
TONGUE TALK
I flick out my tongue
to test the air for you
drink
your scent
rattle
appreciation
no
threat display
though lately
I have been told
I am
indeed venomous
potent neurotoxic
am thinking that
the glory of my dance
and the
beauty
of my coils
sly sophistication
of my
pattern
will
win you round
XCHANGE
touch me feel me
see me love me
hear
me
I wan’t to spread
your wealth
across
the stars
be union and
be disintegration
want to expand you
horizontally vertically
along
every axis
you having
so much to give
so much
to receive
HERE!
here’s my poem
do
what you will
with it
have your wicked way with it
enquire, explore,
immerse
yourself
see what you can fathom
look for what you can find
but
what is this here
submarine-like, shark-
like
meeting you as you
submerge
moving like
a machine
dreadnaught of the deep
words
to probe you
as you sleep
MANDOLIN
felt mandolin
was indeed the best
instrument
to express
your nature,
capture your essence
but then
in hindsight
thrown by what
had transpired
came
to believe
the morning after
that all I had witnessed
riotously ensured
was best
translated via a Les Paul
Custom or
Stratocaster
will full array
of pedals and boxes
fuzz and wah-wah
COURT
wanted to
touch you
but you
always so edgy
feat
your body
too litigious
feel there
will be consequences extreme
and so
this poem I
did write
it
under
advisement
to plead my case
in your
high court
JUMBLED
my mind
gets jumbled
when I think
of you
discombobulated
through and through
I try to stretch my
words out
to maximum
meaning
words of little consequence
that do not
stretch the imagination
are of
little
pleasing
HOME
we spent all night
in my tiny room
on
the huge
farm
touching
loving
playing with
each other
retelling fairy tales
reciting
nursery rhymes
until
the cows would
come home
dawning upon us
the cows
would come home
the cows came home
home home home
SLIP
sorry
I was writing this poem
and my pen
slipped
the text
spilled
all over
the place
ruining our
time together
wrecking our date
feel I need
to underline, bold font,
how
regretful it all
is
how embarrassed I feel
took out my
pen to write these words
construct
an apology
and the damn pen as
pens do
went all Derrida on me
poems 2 die for