slipping through sieves,
time leaves,
scurrying off, slinking away,
so let me hold you close, tight,
tonight,
as dreams crash, plummeting,
spiralling gradually, slowly, agonisingly,
into freefall flight,
blinded by knowing whats right,
holding you close, , holding you tight …
and when all lies are spewed,
intricate threads promised,
eternal jazz and all that,
only to be summarily screwed,
by words of fluffy dreamscapes,
by incantations of endless service,
by mouthed lies,
time after time,
even as time flies,
the only constant – lies.
the glitterati feast,
neatly,
dismembered spirits,
salving consciences,
bidding to
purchase redemption,
for continuing crimes,
that don’t make the headlines,
business as usual,
the glitterati,
lost in a fine-wine haze,
sparkling carats dazzling,
leaving the dregs behind,
as the
blindness slowly slithers,
sinking talons,
gnawing at the bone,
while the sweaty, bloody,
the pained,
lost,
the far, far too many
batter and shatter,
hacking away,
deep beneath our gleaming golden Johannesburg city
for pieces of glittering stone
channeling rustin cohle …
yeah so okay it’s all just horseshit this damn grinder of souls enmeshed in sordid dreams of twisted consciences lost along the highway of shovelled lies spawned by the inebriated copulation of the gelatinous whole this whole hysterical theatre of bits and bites of neurons sparking all just electricity just plain damn old electricity seeding grief sorrow pain loss ache death life hiroshima where the living envied the dead yes that place this place still this place that exists as large as castles in our collective so called human minds collectively speaking of course but also force-fed the illusion of individual choice …
empire …
crackling embers of empire,
spew noxious toxicity,
lashing,
weatherbeaten faces,
scratching,
gnawing,
crunching marrow,
burrowing deep,
slaying,
praying,
selling,
wearing down,
laboriously,
chilling the furnace of principle,
doused by carbonated fizz,
rendering consciences inured,
consciousness cremated,
ash rising,
ascending,
exalted,
amidst hazy,
blurred,
just out-of-focus,
silhouettes of humanness,
shred,
minced,
chewed,
spat out,
cast aside,
stripped off the moulting skin of greed,
left out to bleed,
as vultures skulk,
and currencies’ sulk,
– markets open,
– the horde pounces,
scalping,
remnants of dignity,
as sweat pours off backs,
and as innocence roasts in shacks,
as the cacophony grows ever more shrill,
buy!
buy!
checking-in all humanity,
left to suffocate,
in a cashiers till,
as we writhe,
entwined,
savaged and ravaged,
by the diktat of Profit,
while,
innocence starves,
emaciated,
discarded,
flung into the cesspool of want,
trampled upon,
barbecued on Capitals spit,
while hollowed souls,
wracked by inert life,
seek respite,
from want,
hunger,
from ceaselesss,
merciless strife
the perennial exile … … …
fitting in,
acceptable, hushed,
the alienation photoshopped, airbrushed,
will i ever feel at home,
the mossy rolling stone,
enveloped by walls,
as evening falls,
awake to another desolate dawn,
painting on a smile,
though my soul yawns,
remaining evermore,
the perennial exile … … …
yesteryear … … …
memory slips,
slides,
cascades,
through the blurred veil of time,
sifting through memories,
of you,
your loveliness ablaze,
sweeping across meadows,
my stranded heart still in flames,
the furnace burning bright,
raging in the darkness of this night,
coaxing nostalgic yearning,
over years left behind,
between thoughts of kisses entwined,
and still,
and yet,
this heart may never forget,
the caress of your voice,
breezing between today,
last week,
all the drifting yesteryears,
lost in your deepest eyes,
even as days turn to night,
even as time continually flies,
scattering pieces of my soul,
hither and thither,
knowing it may never be, again,
whole,
ah! but the memories persist,
as summer begins to wither,
you are all i remember you to be,
between the wild rose,
amidst the thorns,
bathed in dawn’s dew,
I live,
I breathe,
I savour,
the sweetest thoughts,
of you, only you … … …
twisting minefields, tearing neurons, imploding with ferocious intent,
my mind falters, stagnant in puddles of the now,
idle, inured, content
missing you …
in times, lonely, alone,
in moments of raucous cacophony,
during radiant sunshine,
in the depths of coldness all around,
thoughts of you,
memories of you, abide,
cleansing my soul, my heart, my being entire,
scorched by a yearning, an ache of desire,
washing across me,
engulfed by the incoming tide,
yet the furnace rages,
fuelled by the warmth of your overwhelming fire
nostalgia tugs
seductively
subtly
whisking the mind away
away
to
those
custard-apple evenings
of
monsoon drenched rain
whistling between trees of rhyme
peacock feathers
lying listless
as
beaten as these lines
and still beyond it all
past rainbows fractured
the sun still shines
mending soggy feathers
aflutter
alone
always alone
on cardamom clouds
leading me here
to now.
this moment
trapped
vacuum sealed
anaesthetised
through
countless
incense-smoked paths
crumbling
on
ever on
with
many
dreams strewn asunder
as heartless time
tireless time
rages on
shedding fatigued smiles
over the countless
numberless
exhausted
miles
what is home to the vagabond soul,
spiralling,
splintering,
skewered,
unwhole,
plodding along
paths of
broken glass,
comforting,
cajoling,
assuring
my tattered soul:
these desolate moments
must
also
pass … … …
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