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Voices murmur
as a mountain stream,
sensual.
Space, time,
silence.
Thoughts.
New Boss
I’m a virgin
to my new boss.
Yup – I know
what’s going to happen.
SMS Texts – April
17 April 2007 – 6:16am
Here is neither darkness
nor light: the city is shadow.
In the cave I saw nothing
until my eyes opened
in the dark, then revelation.
and the sound of my heart.
16 April 2007 – 10.26am
Kokerboomwood requires no woodman
nor axe. Each tree lonely
as a turnip in the arid garden
of its thirst. There I see
a windmill also lost in the dust
& light.
16 April 2007 – 9:06am
The road to Kenhardt is straight
as a Roman. But here no Centurion
led his sandaled chort.
Here the way is stony,
the green brown as carmel,
into the heights of memory
where three cranes wheel
and drift in endless horizons.
15 April 2007 – 7:00am
I am impatient.
Ache to see your eyes,
your face, the line of you,
those curves that race my heart.
Your touch, your taste,
the smell of you,
your laughter.
XXX
the sun merciless.
15 April 2007 – 5:25pm
The Kliphard face of Kathu,
iron-feasted red-earthed,
where I stoop and stop,
pick and choose blade, axe
or chisel – each jewel
glistening in the superficial world.
15 April 2007 – 12:21pm
These hills of ironstone
ring on the anvil of history.
I climb in their embrace
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