MEAT ME THERE

How do you want me

MR GOVERNMENT?

Roasted, grilled or stewed

With mustard, salt and pepper

to taste...

How do you want me?

Plain or with some dressing

May be drowned in sauce

May be downed with red wine

Just smack your lips

You are going to meat me there.

What wrong have I done this time?

Being a Squatter, Vagrant, Streetkid!

A beggar in the land of plenty

Yes, we have plenty misery

Suffering there...

The guns bark their chorus

And muffle the wail of the hungry and weak

As the law pins me against the wall...

Law the watchdog for the powerful

That chants its mumbo-jumbo

Against the poor...

I hear the loud voice of the gun

You are going to meat me there...

There, I am wanted

For tax evasion when I am not employed

For asking the meagre returns

Of my sweat and blood

For demanding back my poetry

They stole from the archives of my heart...

Yesterday I was arrested

For riding my master's mistress in a dream

Today I am dragged before a Judge of Law

For being found with maliciously true poetry

In my heart...

Tomorrow they will charge me

For singing a song

They will claim to have composed long ago

In their hearts...

I stand accused.

You turn me into a bull's eye

For your mahobhos

I am booted and teargassed

I have my back stuck to the wall

And the fingers curl on the triggers...

Too, too many fingers employed for the trigger

For sure they want to meat me

....there!

-dougwa-

HOPE SWEET HOME

The rain splutters at me in foreign tongue 

As my mind hurdles under a mushroom 

Shelter from the pelting lashes 

Of nostalgic memory 

Such vulnerable home from woes 

Like a rodent hole in flooding summer 

They tell me I am a finicky rat 

That will not survive outside Sakubva 

Ratatat-tatatatat-tart! 

Oh but how true! 

Each day I walk out in the morning 

Come evening I pick every footprint I left 

Back home 

Prompted by need to use my footprints 

Once more 

Take care! 

The radio blares 

Save save save save 

The television frowns 

Wise up 

Recycle is the trick in these hard times 

Discarded beliefs, discarded memories, discarded tastes 

Can be recycled 

Recycled dreams, recycled husband, recycled wife... 

I scrap my bottom in amazement 

After all there is always a grain of virtue left 

In what we discard - 

O how I love the scent 

God has made it that way 

That each time you shit 

Before you go 

You save a nostalgic glance at your shit 

Suppressing a sense of loss 

For a part of you left behind 

Like kites tied to strings we are 

We regale in our false splendour 

At time's mercy 

The fruits of mental masturbation 

Deflowered by new virgin worlds 

Of lewd dreams in striking G-Strings 

Gyrating loins of fantastic insanity 

That lure us 

Into the heavy -bosomed clouds 

Pregnant with cultural retribution 

For the anarchy coursing our veins 

Like the burning pain on my back 

Each evening when I bend double 

To pick up and bag my footprints 

I left in the morning 

This is not madness 

When I tell you to let your beak 

Of tolerance peck and peck 

On your S-H-I-T... 

What difference is there 

Between shit in your belly and 

Shit steaming betwixt your legs? 

What difference is home 

When you are young and when old? 

Riding on the back of butterfly dreams 

When I am a newborn macho 

In the bullring of entrepreneurship 

Or O such cosmopolitan hunk 

In the realm of fashion and modelling... 

Sounds like sheltering under a mushroom 

That springs and dazzles but a day 

Hope I will hurtle back 

Hope sweet home, home sweet home 

I am a finical rat 

That won't live away from home. 

-dougwa-

MY HEART IS NO SQUATTER CAMP

You may look me in the eye
And see a self-satisfied, shallowest fool
You may hold my gaze
And behold a town -made cliche
An ordinary talk about the weather
Or the horror of galloping food prices
Your eyes may drill at me
Holy Shit! Soddom and Gomorrah
Sulphurous flames sparkle in your eyes
You may freeze in liquid terror
And weep for mercy -
Emancipation from the thraldom
Of your tyrant - my love for you!

You may look at me like that
But you are wrong I am sure
My heart is no tramp
That stopped over for the night
My heart is not a stranger
Who stops to warm his hands at the fire

Does my heart look frail
Does my heart look like a tramp-camp
A community that ekes sordid life
Of lame and crippled dreams
Burst arteries of patience
And contaminated intelligence

Does my heart look like a cold heath
With no fire
And do you feel your heart is
Spreading its hands on an imaginary fire
For warmth and contentment
Is my love some dirty underwear
You are impatient to hide
Do I sniff shit like the streetkids
Sniff glue?

I am no tramp whose dreams
Sleep in a suitcase
The chalice of my heart
Is brimming with love, the fire is burning
I need you to sit with me
On the heathrug of hot love
What ever they may say or do
Iwill not change my ways
My heart is no squatter camp
Come home to love and comfort.

           -dougwa-

WHERE TO?

We smack our lips
And tap our feet
We rub our hands
And nod our heads

We share a smile
And lend each other faith
We do not spare our lips
And enjoy nature's fruit

We get our thirsts quenched
Our bellies filled
Our wounds salved
And emotions bathed in sweat

A fart escapes
From 'twixt tangled limbs
A groan escapes
From our captive lips...

In shudder in ecstacy
We go rigid in fluid devotion
And revulse in naked truth
That we have done
The forbidden act
But what's next?

Each passing moment
We splay nature's legs
And prostitute her
We draw from her lifeblood
But for how long
Are we going to suck her dry
And kill the divine innocence
Where are we heading?
Whore are we heading!

         -dougwa-

AS LONG AS YOU LOVE

You are a dove in my hand

And I will let you fly out

If you promise to come back

You are a kite in my hand

I will lend you rope

To rise higher only if you vow

To whisper prayers to the wind

And let a feather flutter to me

And tug the string for assurance

You are the reason girl

For those sleepless nights

So where ever you are promise

To take care for my sake

And know you are the seasons

The summer and winter in my life

These hands will fight for you

Give life to your dreams

You build in soft panting sighs

This mouth will keep moist

The memories of our most erotic kisses

And will stand for you on Judgment Day

As long as you love me

Nothing can really separate us

I will hear your sighs miles away

As long as you want me

We can be together in dreams

Just close your eyes tight and I come

I know you are a dove in my hand

And I will let you fly if you promise

To whisper prayers to the wind.

-dougwa-

LEAVE NO SIGN

I enter this world

Sheathed in protective latex condom

I will lie with this world

All night long,

night after night

But will leave no foot-prints

Of my intimate visits to this world.

Who am I to leave

My footprints at the beach

Who am I to leave

Rose -tattooed memories

in their hearts...

Love -bruised  lips

On this whoring world...

I will remain in the shadow

Of the sun, the moon and the stars

I will hide in the shadows

Of the lewd dreams

with this world

Like shadows slithering

On wet walls of reality

I will remain ghosts

Pinned

to the cross of truth

By the nail of imagination...

I leave no signs

Even in most lurid imaginations.

Squirt your seed

into the lips

Of this world and she grows

big

With child

that resembles you

Many have done it...

The world we cradle in our arms

Resembles them

crystal clear

I will not leave any sign.

             -dougwa-