methbone marrow swine
design riddles to kick the face
of a homeless man beyond
recognition into the space behind
your eyes
there goes a mindless moron merely out of spite
stuttering all along the bridge where
his father died
with a heathen heart free of dread
he saw a naked winter moon
he swallowed another rusty blade and
came along with
scorn
emptiness was devoured on a day like this
she’s a cheap-ass whore just like any other
in the evening when the
gramophone spits out propaganda
a Nazi-officer smokes on the porch– just another
careless faceless cunt behind a curtain
on the morrow
I design the fear
I control the angst
I spit on your grave and
call myself worthy of shame
insufficient funds at night
there goes the dead birds in stray formation
let thy salute be the last in the eyes of no
beholders
(2014)
© T. Fourie
