Europe, in disguise
Waiting, relocating
Rhino
Flattened
White
Meets the dry grass
Sinters, powders
Coats the slick
Surface
Of a lookalike land
Mirage
Shimmers, blinks then fades
Blinks once more

THEN

Gone
Boxes
Sit on rolling hills
Wave
After wave
Waves
Fades

NOW

Office – Cool – Eitas – Pass – People – Come – Go

THEN

Out of nowhere
Somewhere, high
Cliff, like chin
Golden, dusty
In the setting sun

THEN

Guns – Bar – Beer – Girls – Men – Guns

NOW

Go
Spanish sounding
We flee the burnished land
No donkey though

THEN

Jozi
Inflates in the centre of my eye
A pimple on the land
Emerges
Steam seems - ssss
To rise

NOW

A vast cake bake - ing
In the smoking land
Closer
Swallow
Gulp, gone

THEN

Garden, sun
Squints, dry
Mid-tempo
Groove
Goes, gone

THEN

Cries, loud, louder!
You fuckin’ this an’ fuckin’ that!!
Click

NOW

Words
Come, Go
Floats across rooftops
Land stays though
Claims you

Johannesburg, Saturday, August 11, 2001