Thursday, October 29, 2009
I want cake. Some cunt. Some cock.
I want Hemingway in fishnet stockings. I want your heartbeat between my thighs. I want Debussy on rewind. I want my cat to like me. I want you in ropes on my bedroom floor. I want ghosts to greet me. I want an airport. I want whatever Lady Macbeth was on.
I think it was death.
I want static on my skin. I want acid in the evening. I want acid in the morning. I want my portrait on a highway. I want to bite your blood. I want god to stop being such a control freak. I want thorns in his tea. I want screams against my wall. I want to tell Crispin Glover that he freaks me out. Then I want to slap him. I want to tame the next door neighbour. I want piano in my ears. I want pythons in your bed. I want to know what it felt like being thirteen and having Gauguin fuck me on the floor of my father’s grass hut. I want a piece of flat land with storm clouds above. I want a crow on my shoulder. I want your brain in a tin. I want the Palestinians to win.
god, I want this song to forever fuck my brain.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
it never rains- it pours and hails and snows and floods
and another on: The Awesome Kgafela oa Magogodi who once said:
at school they say she kissed
some bloodyfool. some say
she was whoring got varara
& gave it to him. some say they saw
he had coffie with a moffie
that’s where he got varara. some
say you don’t have to be a bitch
to get varara
cos she got it from some priest
& he got it at first bite
from the nun next door.
some get varara from the dance floor
some standing some lying in lovetime
making promises on futon beds. they say
varara will get us all even if you paid to get laid.
some say varara ke lekwerekwere
came galloping down
the hillbrow to eat our women. some say
varara is a white man’s lie
it comes from the west.
some think it’s best to taste the flesh.
some say you must put on the raincoat
cos varara doesn’t rain it pours, you see.
some visit masangoma
some pay white coated doctors a day
to keep varara away. some rape babies
to cheat varara.
some say you can’t police varara
it is more slippery than chauke.
they say varara is a prostitute with an attitude .
doesn’t care if you stare at its pubic hair.
some preach and teach
about varara. some prophets say varara
is the wrath of the badimo. some say
it is satan’s hand fiddling deliciously with earth’s thighs. some
say jesus will save them from varara.
some have more faith in femidom. some say
horizons are so viagra varara will not stop
til thy condom come
oh, and i want hair like this:
That is all.