“ME”//\\ “I”
Call me names if you will...

Farting on a Sunday is somehow unsociable
Life is like one long funeral message...

sabbatical nagging at my brain
nine to five burns up space, cauterizing,numbs...

Scrap away the veneer
Cast the social mask aside...

Flash back! Breaking the time thing
They are all there, mom, dad, gran and gramps too...

punching holes in the air,
may sound off the wall...

The arrogance of me seeing a world at peace
The great melting pot of the ‘Dived States of...

The perverse complexity surrounding Christianity
Turns out to have simple root implications...

The book of life is perennial as the stars.
Patterns, haunting our every move...

Wrapped up in a white skin!
I am, we are African...

It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...

Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...