locked down within the constraints of humanness
a sting on the back of my brain...

sperm is a legacy in transit
the space between words, filled with speculation...

Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...

metaphors, imagery, and hyperbole are a poets...
articulating the ‘interruptions’ of pure...

The mysterious ‘presence’ syndrome
Demons on the move...

living in my mirror, is a different version of me
today’s fellow, who does not quit measure up to...

the infinite roads of my imagination
save me in dark...

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

siting in the sun on an old done for couch
soaking up a high veld, winters day...

prophets and sages are all swimming in the dark...
what is in store for all of us...

I am holding back no more!
I can make it into anything, at all...

come a little closer! there is a black cat on my...
the ferry man is taking instalments...