A Turbulence of a Spinning Tsunami
For coloured girls who love the spinning of a Gusheshe
The distance between Hanover Park &
is marked with a
synchronicity of townships.
Stacy-lee May spins her BMW 325i gusheshe
like a trembling turbulence of a tsunami.
Doughnut girl engulfed in flames;
from Soweto to Mannenberg,
gravel road to gravel road –
spinning herself to exile,
drift girl stomping her pedal to the metal,
power steering effortlessly flowing,
a daredevil behind the wheel.
Queen of smoke,
fearlessly spinning herself to Maghreb,
drifting herself to heaven;
drifting like she is ready to kick the bucket,
hungry for smoke,
Stacy-lee May –
a dynamite in a benky.
high as fly.
Gunz And Rozez
Roses are red.
down out of
In the noon,
red tears were wrecking
his wrinkled face.
he had become
My father had
died long ago.
remains & claimed
he had lived
of deaths ago,
Laid to rest,
buried inside a
parallel like a
guns & roses
A Dessert Of Death
For Nombuso Mkhwebane after being incarcerated for wrecking vocabulary and smuggling of poetry inside mayonnaise jars.
armed with vocabulary.
a mbokodo woman in her own right,
a guerilla warfare practitioner,
a foot-soldier but also a princess
urban mosadi type of revolution,
but oh her revolution,
her revolution would not be televised.
her revolution could bring azania to its knees,
her revolution could brew a breathing living thing.
a tsunami-inspired revolution
unsung & erased
the public consciousness unaware,
a wager of war,
a resister uprooted from tar.
the one who drinks cognac with a jar.