Treasure Island

Wicked Mike

(South Africa)

Aftermath (and Denial)


It was late this year when I caught
the spirits of Attila and Stalin
and knew
that something was going on

The day before was hot
when I went to the beach
The waves were high but I was alone
Afterwards, I sat in the movie theatre
Two hours later, I realised
that the ten o’clock show wasn’t going to start
Something was going on

Today,
I looked at myself
and saw nothing
Told myself, something’s gone wrong.

Submitted: Monday, March 06, 2006

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