In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...

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

Un- plugged but totally connected, that is me
Midnight on my clock...

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

my heart may not have eyes and ears
but that is where I am at...

crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...

POVERTY
Sheets of corrugated iron...

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

A man in rage is a sorry sight to behold
Shame on me...

I have never once pretended to be godly
if nothing else I understand the human need of...

there be times I would like to dig up their...
the head of rotter’s row...

Give me a break!
I am stepping outside of the planet for awhile...