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Five Twitter Poems | Trumposaurus Rex

1.
Don’t push a poem
don’t drag it out
and stand it up
against a wall
let the – ready –
obedient – aim –
write it in – fire.

2.
How we laughed
when you rose
golden orange
from the yolk
of your glittering
Fabergé egg

How strange it was
to see you grow
Trumposaurus Rex

3.
Then she slid towards me
like a frightened child across
her wall-to-wall bed, and I
could almost …


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Five Twitter Poems | Your Grim Equation

I.
Poets will lie to you
about love and
compare it to a
butterfly or some
other colourful
flora or fauna
that dies too soon
but love is forever

II.
And so you hit the lab and put
your grim equation to the test
beam + rope + body = X
But where does
gravity fit in
and how?

III.
My mother is building a monument
bigger than the Great Pyramid of Giza
reducing my …


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Five Twitter Poems | About a Brick

Brick
I.
The makers of arms
have humbly agreed
to lovingly compose
eulogies, biographies
obituaries for those
who perish in their fire

II.
We don’t want the death toll
nor to see their bloody bodies
let us look into their rucksacks
see their notes and doodles
know their dreams

III.
A poem about a brick
is what I want to write
a rust-red, face brick
reserved for those
who dare …


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Five Twitter Poems – The Rusty Knife

I.
All great poetry
juxtaposes two
disparate elements
like a banana and
the word juxtapose
with hard returns

II.
I’m as nervous as the night
I wrote and ripped up
my first love poem
to a girl who said
she was not ready
for my love
of poetry

III.
As ek in Afrikaans dig
dan sny die landskap
as ‘n roestige mes
droog deur my strot
om my bloed as rooi
blomme te plant
in …


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Five Twitter Poems | Darker Cargo

I.
I will not write poetry
I will not write poetry
I will not write poetry
I will not write poetry
I will not write poetry
I will not write poe

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II.
When you wake up
if you do
it may be just
another morning
depending on where
and who you are
and whether you
wake up or not

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III.
Did some thinking
about #Ferguson
watched some clips
out of #Gaza
remembered
#Marikana


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Five Twitter Poems | Shards of Grief

I.
The night is to some
a dark canvas for
cosmic displays that
to others is pieced
together from shards
of grief, death and hell

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II.
Tomorrow when you
find this you will know
that I was thinking
what you wondered
I was wondering
when I thought about
you reading this

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III.
The cookie binge
the cookie binge
bleak boredom drives
the cookie binge
the fallout crumbs
the empty box
one cannot hide


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Five Twitter Poems – How Wars Begin

I.

There are days
when I know
how wars begin
when our silence
and our fear
turn to anger
and we know
we are right
we will win
we will not

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II.

Droplets like daisy
cutters bermside
puddles exploding
rain of terror
igniting
inappropriate
metaphors

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III.

Funny world
funny people
funny times
funny monkey
funny duckling
funny kitty
funny food
funny hair
funny face
funny fun fun
funereal

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IV.

Carry Sunday’s dying …


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Five Twitter Poems – The Shady Acre

I.

I hunt for days
I trap them here
the dead of night
when no one sees
I chop them up
I boil them down
this is the steam
you’re reading

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II.

Perhaps he gave
a bigger shit
than most
he stooped
to gather
fucks
that others
couldn’t give
and saved them
in a poem

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III.

Two friends carried
your bloody body
into my living room
so I washed my hands
with the …


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Five Twitter Poems

I.

He thought
dark thoughts
about poetry
and worse
deeper
darker
desperate
chanceless
ruminations
about becoming
a poem

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II.

The wind’s perpetual
rub is what really
wears souls thin as
wisping dust on
funeral mounds

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III.

Ima write a poem
bout the time
life burnt a hole
the size of a book
in my chestn
ran off with the
youth I loved.

Watch this
Space.

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IV.

When you’re alone in the dark


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