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A Cape Town Winter
Neon lights and ebon string,
Rock and roll makes the devil sing,
Somewhere close an angel cries,
A faulty heart, a feighned good bye.
(being Of Frail Thought)
Snatch me up in a bundle of air,
Don’t hold too tight,
You can get lost up there.
Fame you for thinking,
Cardiac Anthropology
What a bitter to-fro catastrophe
Spoken cleanly on the tongue
And yet lost all the same
When the silence draws in.
A Mind Is Just A Piece Of Meat
We look for meaning in many things,
Hope for something that life might bring.

But poetry's just a bunch of words,
Brick Wall Conspiracy
He feels alone in a crowded room,
His cries go unheard,
He wishes someone would notice him,
But no one cares.
A Meditation On The Fate Of A Country
If we are meant to stand up,
What rebellion’s left to cry?
The dreams that we have found,
Scattered on scrap heaps
Fall a little further and you'll see,
This is never where you were meant to be,
And this is way too neat for me,
But I have a feeling I'm fine,
I am a coffin,
I am the dark knots of wood
That cover the rotting corpse,
And horrors of death.
An amazing order of controlled totalitarianism,
A mystery of dictated authority,
Multi-faceted and yet a waste of time,
Differently formal, painfully the same,
Back To Yesterday
Blackened rooms and painted skies,
Coffee red and tainted lies,
Still I shake when I say goodbye,
Still I ask and get answered why,

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