2 – between memories

I don’t trust clowns.
Ever since
one stole from me.
I was ten
and he was shorter
than me.
He asked for a kiss
just on the cheek
and I felt stupid
bending my knees.
My lips brushed
pass yesterday’s shave
and then a rubber pout,
with the memory of booze
before I knew what that smell was.
That clown tricked me
by turning his face
so quickly.
Everybody saw.
And I hate him.

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29 – pupil dilation

March 2, 2010 - 11:31 pm

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and right out of her mouth
flew an eagle
soaring and swooping.
What a bird!
Unlike anything
I’d seen or heard.
Oh, but I heard
and it didn’t sound
oppressed to me.

–

(Of course, if I understood more than one-seventieth of what she was saying, I’d be able to provide a fleshier commentary. But, g’damn, her voice is impressive.)

28 – completion made manifest

March 2, 2010 - 9:19 pm

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He butters my bread on both sides.

Just when I believed
with all of me
that I could never,
ever, ever,
ever,
even
possibly,
in one
billion lifetimes,
or two,
or three,
love a
millimetre more,
he goes
and makes

the perfect
chicken and
mayonnaise
sandwich.

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amen

27 – in names

February 28, 2010 - 7:34 pm

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Until That Day
on which
in his
name I will
be called,
I will
be
called
in his name.

26 – for when I learn some strings

February 28, 2010 - 11:42 am

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Looking for a piece of quiet,
some cool down to rest this mind.
Looking for a gentle nothing,
some soft peace, the praying kind.

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24 – dream things

February 24, 2010 - 6:11 pm

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The rinsing through of passing years
puts a fair amount of
stretch and fade
in to the spaces between mistakes.
Just three more minutes
on this cycle
and you will never have happened.

23 – between memories

February 24, 2010 - 12:14 am

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I remember when that
hairdresser in Germiston
told my mother
We don’t cut Indian hair.
Their strange scissors could have
cut through concrete and my
toddler curls,
the way they sliced my mother so.
–

(Indulge me, I’m busy filing.)

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21 – between memories

February 22, 2010 - 1:13 am

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Little boys don’t make passes at fat girls with glasses; frizzy-fringed at the top of their classes.
They were dumb as molasses they’d only harass us, for homework copied on noble gases.
Grown-up girls don’t make passes at dumb boys, those asses.Have no timefor those stuffed with what crass is.
I will tell you what sass is it’s [...]

20 – between memories

February 20, 2010 - 7:08 pm

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We fail little girls
by not presenting
them with the
alternatives.
Think of the waste
that is a plait
pulled
and
oiled
and
love-in-tokyo-ed.
When God
gave us the faculty
to use scissors,
I could have been as free
as Abdul across the road.

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