Monday, July 25, 2011

woord-kiekie

Die horlosie roep: "encore" vir die spoke,
sterre verskiet onder die brug.
En dan, terwyl jy vertel van niks en alles
pleeg die gode 'n reendans

Thursday, July 21, 2011

hypothermia

Body numb, mind racing.
Like a marching band winter is pacing through my day,
stomping on the sunshine,
halting and altering the beat in my veins.