Here
I
Am
Just me
Love me
or
Leave me
I don’t care
any more
and suddenly
she realized
she is
all on her own
the familiaritries
known
just a facade
a fuck you
masquerade
The rosemary
Burns
The smell
Twirls
Mingled
with the camel
swirls
on whisky
intoxication
what an imagination
curls
my fascination
She
She
is
just sitting there
staring at the stars
wondering
Did i do right
with my Son!
She
She
was just sitting
there
doing
crosswords
on her phone
waiting for
the assistant
to upgrade
her phone
I saw
her blue bra
cupping her curves
her oblivious
to the stir
in the waiting line
She
I can see
the glow
of her
cigarette
her space
is dark
I see another
small glow
incence?
smells
like rosemarie
in the snow
I wonder
who she
is blessing
today
I wish
it was me
She
Is just siting there
Swaying
In her deck chair
Only her slim ankles
visible
Through
the winter attire
and I wonder
what she is thinking
I wonder
If he is worth
her thoughts
Nothingness
She stares
at the dead roses
in the crystal vase
wondering
when did they die?
why didn’t she notice?
she shrugs
her shoulders
lights a cigarette
and sips
red wine
from a crystal glass.
‘n verrassing in Calvinia
in ‘n towerkamer
in Calvinia
het ek
‘n boek
ontdek
die gasvrou
Sonja
het in kleur
en geur
soos haar
gastehuis
verduidelik
die storie
is losweg
gebaseer
op die lewe
van Voog Theron
geskrywe
deur sy dogter
twee hoofstukke
later
los ek
die boek
op my feetjiebed
en pak die pad aan
na Bloemfontein
6 dae later
in Pretoria
betaal ek
vir die boek
dis nie ‘n boek
vir vinnig lees nie
dis ‘n boek
om te waardeer
‘n skrywer
wat met woorde
toor
en jou
in die bladsye
verloor
voorwaar
dis een van die beste boeke
wat ek in Afrikaans
gelees het
She,
is sitting
there
Smoke
whisping
angrily
through
the air
her cigarette
puffing
away
in an opium
sway
I
can smell
from
my balcony
her hair
a frizzy
rain induced
affair
and I
wonder
which
blunder
she’s
regretting
now?
I lower
the binoculars
