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The Second Coming
Pofrika —
Authority: 419
And if when I got to the market you wasnt there on your straw mat,straw that shines when light parses it, and dances with the moon wind(the same we use on rondavel roofs andstraw hats), if you wasnt there selling tomatoes to the people, statue of ebony, if there was nobody bargaining at a spice-table, a little from ...1 week ago -
Tongues of Clout (for Geoffrey Philp)
Pofrika —
Authority: 419
These images our sleep has given to the poets. Images the mouth turns round and spits out, clean pits sucked off, the raw tongue finding the texture awright. Poets are always talkin about heaven, the pain of the four seasons, countless lucky stars at night, winking;some poets write even hell but are unable to pave the ...2 weeks ago -
For Khotsofalang and Motlatsi
Pofrika —
Authority: 419
In the eyes of my people are the absentwhose lives the red donga dragsin rivulets toward Bethulie and the coast.My own eye sweeps the ground, forI exist while the sun is dead. Musicpounds my drums, and sex musk fills the mosaic of my brains, and prancinglittle dancers have come from villages around;but I never leave ...2 weeks ago -
Maseru Man
Black Looks —
Authority: 487
I’ll be your life when spring arrives. And I’ll wantto touch your black face again, see your arms hoista day’s work onto the belt, like a behemoth tossingthe things of a harness-free world. And our thoughtswill meet in the middle. And we shall slip offto Kingsway where men smell of soap and honey,and mothers ...4 weeks ago -
Maseru Man
Pofrika —
Authority: 419
Ill be your life when spring arrives. And Ill wantto touch your black face again, see your arms hoista days work onto the belt, like a behemoth tossing the things of a harness-free world. And our thoughts will meet in the middle. And we shall slip offto Kingsway where men smell of soap and honey,and mothers sell ...4 weeks ago
