mxolisi dolla sapeta
city
the city does not end
on a night like this
stillness nibbles at the nippy stench
from men without tongues
inside of unmarked graves
and by all means
your bosom is my heaven and i remain your pilgrim
i falter deep in your long gloomy passage
i am aware of its persuasive enormity
i worship all the stretching hours fading there
because you have dark places in you
dragging me to the murky wetness of your body.
your night
the night has a muffled sound
a sleeping shadow
it travels swiftly through vast planes
untouched ─
and through enormous hearts
of babies lying on crumpled pillows
all men
i said to the barman wear me out
and give me another
the door creaked open as she finally walked in
right when my liver started to rot
her footsteps ground a shrill deep in my wallet
where i violate my gloom
violent seed
i am from a violent seed ─ a legacy of vulgarity
a suitcase packed with stones and bullets
across the railway line things may seem different
but on tv and in the neighbourhood temper is boiling
sunflower
an abrupt midget pees on a sunflower
shake his penis rigorously with a fat hand
turns his head from left to right
spats with a heavy thud on the wet ground
the moon carries a doubtful glare
walks away like a man who wears the night
back yard melodies
they fill their entrances with drenched blades
flags waving like welcoming gaudy
the butcher boys are baking anxious melodies
with high pitched tones in the back yard
two hearts are suspended with an electric cord
from the porch ceiling ─ pumping and clogging
one belongs to an unknown animal and the other
to a newborn baby the size of a bullet hole
and so you say
i masturbate in deserted cathedrals
to relieve my haunted hidden conscience
from the anxious eyes of the children
master
whiteness is always hiding
behind the dark, behind the death
do you want death?
do you want the shadow or do you want blacks?
no i dare not
a man
he brings heap of wrath with his heart
his pockets cannot carry the clout from the metals he digs
below the bleating soil that suffer scarifications each dawn
he buries his bruises and beard there
every day ─
unborn
i wake up inside your thick murky intestines
my eyes are struggling to open
your heartbeat is pounding on my brains
seeing and breathing your internal red smells
only when you utter vulgar words
the light flickers through your mouth
and i realise i am wrestling for life
a frightened fetus at the bottom of your gloom