little swimmer

like a jet propeller
you burst from the water
smiling
a suspected fish
an imagined mermaid
this is your chosen wet world

outsider

my titanium child
who takes her solar light
into the dark night
unafraid of all my warnings
snakes, night predators
strangers
my forest child
with few words on her mouth
with thousands of dogs in her mind
with a kind soul, kept far away from the world

bearable lightness

beyond the need to focus the cross, hitting appropriate target
zoom in, shoot to kill
there is another memory box of dreams in the mind
swallowed by the everyday pressure cooker, hissing steam of deadlines
there are views behind stained glass
 of foxes and birds, elephants made from autumn leaves pasted on paper
of willards potato chips soaking under the tongue
of drooping Christmas decoration chocolates left late around the house
of a ripe pumpkin sliced up at Halloween, purple clouds before a thunderstorm
the box closes sometimes,
with melodies thumped out on sold instruments
leaving a light trail of a forgotten handstand
and a sun warmed Tropitone scented towel embrace

Syntax

agressive in seasoning the sentence
with a specific smell
olive oiled by the but can one simply be
rice sticking with no gravity to the sequence
dropping no meaning,
 only taste

Misheard 2

The rain has stopped
last drops linger on the wires
cold, the dark evening
I am accepting applications
for a road trip
through the mind of your childhood
through the cross roads, the turns you kept secret
places you had to see, shivering, alone
cliffs you tried to jump off,, alone
this time, there will be a witness.

Song

This is a mortal song
a song of a sigh
played out by practiced piano keys
a song of a forgotten riverbed
stretching seemingly effortless lyrics
two girls singing Christmas carols, sunburnt
a song breaking from behind the curtain of departure

Kraal

I often walk now
in the kraal
expired corrugated iron sheets shake in the wind
the lucid yellow dry wind of winter
the swollen rain bellied cloud wind of summer
 the store rooms left
broken glass pieces on the cement floor
and abandoned cattle dreams
I see the cattle flicking flies with their tails
 in front of me
for a moment.