Some things are never easy
Gone
I wake up with a start… my poem is gone
I grapple with under-blankets
Shake the spring bed
Sounds of strained wires
Irritate my half-slumbered mind
I search for a word
A title to begin with
I search for a rhyme
That like a drum beat
Spread its echoes in my dream
The sheets reek of broken dreams
Scattered from the pillows to my toes Read more
Liar
Liar.
Your promises
Like wasted semen
Confined in a plastic tube
Now grown stale
Now raise a stink in my face
Quietly, gently
I curl up my fists
Ready to bash you
into smitherness
So you lies can
Go to eternity.
Liar.
Once upon a bloody journey in beloved Zimbabwe
Once, traveling in ragged Zimbabwe
– heartbroken, head pounding
As if a thousand madmen had run amok
All fuelled by propaganda’s machinery
I saw a drunken fight,
Two men sprawled and kicking
Each other on the ground
head-bashing, and blood-gushing
Next to a bus filled to the hilt Read more
