through sixth-sense lenses built into focused-frames; the unacknowledged legislator zooms in on the landscape hidden i… to dissect, digest and divulge

the ghost of Hamlet drives his Ca… from Denmark to Dallas ghost foot stepping heavy on the g… passing decades of decadence fanned by fallen slaves with hollo…

the blue clock ticks with poor man marching boots on a night unwilling to wave goodbye, overstaying her sky time

We are yesterday’s children: judged by a standard curriculum, t… but nothing of merit. where possibilities are limited to what you’ll inherit.

a voice in the pocket of the outsi… screams in diluted darkness crawling on blood flooding knees from prison cell dead end canyons crossing deep graved cave ravines

the flowers lay torn with seeds split into thorns loose ends are dead ends where the rose bed once slept. city of sawdust and debris

City of flickering dust crusted li… along homeless haven’d stained sha… where lampposts tell twisted tall… seen in the reflections of shop wi… of the stalking capitalist machine…

blazing the tall grass of the past acting the big bad wolf huffing, puffing cigarettes and blowing up Peruvian powder. dancing on stages and tables

Autumn leaves sing in khaki demise wasting no time in the crimson-sta… lying in smoke-berry and fading ri… with violin and violent Hallelujah… Winter cries

ice melts with rivers bleeding, blooming into springs alarm shaking me

above the ashtray valley, blood splattered light of sunrise shines on the factory town, manufacturing marching slaves,

we are the square-eyed children who swim in radio waves from our rooms of solitude, painted in blue moods and hues of synchronized views

drowning on the closing page of wi… along the filth stained streets, downtown Cape Town, i walk upstream through the sea of turnstile smile…

Flooded mind in an arid desert exi… my oasis is a square peg in Maslows hierarchy. feed me paper plated possibilities while my lungs burn