City landscapes
have strange
concrete
beauty
And compelling
steel
frames
That hold you
gently in
the throng of
crowds
City skylines
have bright
neon
shimmer
And not-quite
regular
edges
That arrest eyes
easily
promising bright
living
Sometimes, when the moonshine fades from the night, I find myself glowing softly – the only source of light And in this between time,...
Lightning races its way across the sky’s canvas, dodging and ducking like a tsotsi accelerating from the cops. Traffic snakes and winds...
You say numbers I see colours He says months You see shapes She plays music I taste flavours We tell stories You hear accusations We...
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