Monday, 20 November 2017


When people pass me in the street,
I always imagine they just vaporise
when they get somewhere behind me,
I’ve thought that for the longest time.

Sunday, 19 November 2017


It’s good to bid farewell,
To another monster.
And the whole world says Harare

Saturday, 18 November 2017


I love gospel music,
I hate its preoccupation with god.
Kind of ruins it for me.

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Spring Days

Will I remember these days,
walking into the shimmering haze,
sun on my face,
happiness in my heart?
Fresh air in my hair,
cool on my skin.
Perfume in the air,
not a care.
Blue skies.
Shadows dapple on the ground.
Everything is new again,
with a cool breeze
on a spring day.

Monday, 13 November 2017

Collective Outrage

Collective outrage
has replaced action.
Thoughts and prayers
are another excuse
for doing nothing.
Sign a petition,
preferably online,
and our conscious is clear.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

The Breast Feeding Problem Is?

You make a big deal about woman breastfeeding.

It is inappropriate, it is disgusting, it is rude!

Your barely concealed dirty secrets swirling in full view.

It’s a problem!

But really, that problem is you.

Mummy be nice to me, mummy feed me, mummy make me feel good.

Sucking a woman’s titties freaks you, and takes you away.

Admit it mate, you want to jerk off when you see a woman’s breasts on displayed.

What else can it be?

I just can’t see?

I wish I could?

Saturday, 11 November 2017


Peripatetic heart,
I like it like that,
people are dark.
You know, if you
never stop moving,
you never get hurt.
It is only
when you settle
that you get torn apart.