Night-Walker

I want to melody this tune

That blumes in my soul

That weaves the waves

That eavesdrop

On my secret conversations

With you and my heart

Oh gosh I gush in a rush

With smooth invites

That stencil

Orgasmic pictures

Of you

Flirting with my mind

Picture you, picture me

The juice that the jazz

You spew when you…

Speak my name

Tweaks my spirits

Into delicious shards

Of happiness

Nightwalker

Let’s ride the night’s tide

On a silver galactic trek

To the stars

On an on

You are my

Elisabeth Bond

Double o’ six plus one

Nix mapha

You are mine

Ntsayizi-yami

so I took a shit

So I,
Sat down
In that public toilet
In our public library
My favourite one
That one towards the left
Second from the left, in fact
With no scribbles,
No call this number
If you want to get laid
Just a pleasant light
Shining from the day outside

So I,
Took a shit and wondered,
A soft satisfying one indeed;
In America neh,
Has there ever been I mean ever been?
An acquittal In a case Of a Black Police Officer Killing a young white kid?
Just cause the fingers Hit a skid by mistake, that is.
'm just asking?
Nje!

Just playing around

it must the litmus, the make
cake the bake,
the hake the rake,
AND TAKE
THE PASTE
AHA...

We start it with…
One.
Two..
Three…!
…
Keke dzoong
 kaka kah
Keke dzoooong,
Kakah
Bapa dzooong
Kakah
Zaga Zooong
Zagah!
Bapa dzooong
Sabyloooooon!
Zaga Zooong!
Flabbba
BOEING!
Ba, ba ,pha,
BANG
Booieng, BOEING!
ZagaH…
ZagaAH
ZAGAAAAH!
ZOEEING:
Its like!
Then you!
 move to i!
Like how?
this is,
 the question?

Psychedelic…
Isn't it?
THIS
IS
NOT  A
SONG>>>>>>H!
Dzwing dzwing!
Zagabah!
Tzwing, Tzwing!

Whats that?

Fzwing, dzwing!
Zakahzakah!
Tswing, tswing!
I think
the essence
Is that…
You do it again
And then you Will hear
Tswing, tswing!
THE END
SOMBLIEF!!!

Keep being untitled, I like it

I come here to snatch a glimpse of you

Free flowing dreadlocks

For erratic jumping seconds

Each time, in those liquid moments,

You remember my name;

Your eyes’ red rivaling something here in me

You light my freedoms and station them right there like wine

Thornton, Banbury, Westdene Dam, Spar

I make it there,

To be in your space in a flurried hurry

Pray for me, you are my religion, don’t worry

All I know is…

Your name starts with a K

Bummer,

Last night you were not there.

Red October Tortoise

The undertones of this monologue

The serendipity of this serene feeling

The tranquility of your peace

The scintillating freedom you give

Gives hope to my hope and,

Births dreams in my dreams