GAT KANT VAN N REEN DRUPPEL

GAT KANT VAN N REEN DRUPPEL

sty va stad sty va sue sant
strobe show teen die kant van die beton torings
ek verlang na a warm plek
tussen n liefde en n vuur op die strand

hier is a roadshow met n piekie ning street gang
hulle vra my 5 bob
ek het net 50 cent
ek loop aan agter my die vloekery en spoogery
verby die adult shop om die hoek langs die checkers

die shebeen
lang asem maide met borste wat uit val
ou mol oog manne drink met gedagte van geweld
ek vra vir n black label
750ml bruin glas bottel van bedrog
ek gooi my 5 rand
sty va trek van n sty va sue sant
die beats is stadig
die nat nag is laat
sty va pap
gesilingheid ken geen tyd

gat kant van n reendruppel
toe ek 18 was het ek vir n jaar myself ge-sofarise met al die slegte goed wat n mens aan jouself kan doen
tv bier seks dwelms laat aand rond hardloop op die strate slaap steel
18 is n goeie ouderdom om dom te wees

ek het myself in n onsukcessful telemarketing loopbaan probeer bevestig...tot my dame baas my genaai in hysbak
ek het probeer terug gaan maar ek kon nie haar lelike gesig weer sien nie

ek het met die doobie broers uitgehang op n gholfbaan laat nag terwyl helikopters met soekligte bo ons rond
ge fop fop fop en ons paranoia gegee

ek het my ma se kar gesteel en joburg toe gery om n band te check daan die sleutels toe gesluit en die ruit in ge skop ek moes terug ry in die koud van julie en my snot het gevrees

ek het my pa se whiskey gesuip en barney simon gebel en op hom geskreeu metal up your ass hy het daan alice in chains gespeel en ek en die honde het bos en getoor gegaan in elke hoek van die sitkamer

glas was ook hier gebreek

ek het die hele pretoria rond ge hitchhike van die noorde tot meisie se koshuise van my huis tot by jou huis
lifts van
swartes in trokke
families met probleme
jesus freak met n boskasie snor en stories van satan

maar nooit n lift van n sexy blonde in n convertable nie suprisingly

ek het een dag reguit in hillbrow gekom voor die dae van nigers en vullis
waneer digters en akteurs van die windybrow saam gekom om n dop te drink in pretoria straat
sokker fans en coked up moffies wat lepel le

losloop 18 jong en sonder idees maar baie spunk
duisende meisies wat my lyf wou he

die dae van
2 rand long toms
1 rand tequila
geen macdonalds
toebie maak op middenag
en mayonaisse rugby op die kombuis vloer

16 09 19 94
ek het my ego n feel gekry van n donkerkop meisie sy het die volgende oggend my hemp gesteel en verdwyn

die volgende week sien ek haar weer
en die week daarna begin ek somer n career
na n maand ek studeer
binne n jaar het ek n flat en oh my god
ek bestuur

losloop 18 is gou vasgeknoop

1 2 3 4
5 jaar later
almal wil weet van trou
almal vra waar is die baba
10 jaar nou...

el tel hitchhikers op dees dae en vertel my verhaal van my dae
ek het nou al vergeet hou om n joint te rol
ek moet my hare kort sny so niemand sien die grys
ek kannie so baie bier drink
ek drink nogsteeds whiskey maar dis my eie met my eie geld gekoop
ek rook nogsteeds so baie
maar buite weg van die baba

ek gaan nou slaap dis amper 12 uur
more staan ek op 7 uur
en gaan werk toe...<>

somer sang

"klak klak teen my tande soos n drom
meet my somer uit met n stuk kou gom"
-ramones

row mee yo
love juliette
craves a girl who smokes cigerettes
listens to hard rock and glides into her summer bikini line

hulle vra my wanner skryf ek my
summer song
here goes

almal wil n huisie by die see he
palms sweet meisies vry en groot bottels bier

almal wil n puisie wat nie seer is nie
iewers waar jou speedo hom kan hide

duitse dames groot en wit in pink bikinis
jong sonder-borste in boob tubes

almal wil n kysie by die see he
strand naai is befok wat die ocean gee jou motion
jy soen en jy case
eet saam roomys
gaan supertube ry

haar pa is myn bestuur op die wes rand
wat nog net 2 jaar oor het , dood of aftrei which ever comes first...
haar ma is n troos
n pragtige middeljarige vrou wat haar bikini bo stuk af haal
en sun bathe net soos by st tropez

gp nc nw mp
ons wil almal bruin by die see word
ons wil vir almal wys ons is ryk
ons is in self catering maar ons betaal vir die view

almal vra my
gerrie waars jou summer song
waars die volgende ska rumba
meisie meisie liewe lulu
next big thing
vak hansie tema

ek vra
waars my surf guitar sound en my vakansie attitude
ek se
daar's dorings in daai bos
waar jy las nag maraai genaai
daar's torings in die noord
wat ek mis
somer in n stad waar almal ver is...

pretoria

stad van letties en moffies
met die laaste name sodom en gomarrah
kyk vir my ek is n persoon
ek soek net liefde in die verkerde plek

pretoria
stad van stille seks en gebroke beloftes

n dominee sit langs n pak kaarte
om sy wins te maak en sy siel te beskerm
in sy gemeenskap se harte

n seun treur oor sy sake
hy het haar lief
maar hy soek n man se lyf

koning van die wereld
slaan vroue wat daar voor vra
vroue wat geld daar voor vat
koning van die wereld
wil net sy baas terug kry

pretoria
plek van bedwelmde drome

ons drink n heil drank aan
poppie wat n pyp prop
johnny wat n cap drop
mona wat vigs pas gekry het
philemon wat pas verkrag is
pastoor en sy sakgeld by die tafels
ceo en sy sweep op die boude
al die moffies en die letties
die torings en die tuine
die strate en die duiwel
wat daar uit hang


kom ons drink aan
pretoria

PROLOGUE TO

If you make my pussy purr again I will make you the godfather of my first born. Before I could stop myself, I said it.

Henry looked up from fondling some pieces of heavy alloy bits under my hood and grimaced. He wiped the spittle away from his lip and smiled outright as he said the words that so many have said to me in the past. It'll cost you, like any miracle maker like Henry would say.
Frumpy and dead my little green curse sat to be manipulated, exhausted and molested. It
Lay between us, like a road kill rabbit, the expert and the straw chewer me. Its engine bulk laid in the back, normally used for oppkoppi tents and beer now a haven for cruddy cogs and horror film plastic.
He said 'look here…
Click click click
He moved and rubbed something and it responded like a dead dude. Rattled like a deserted bird cage, no one home.
'No oil. Here for a while'
I said 'fix it damit I keep my promises'

Makes a difference now doesn't it from seeing him as a mere observer at a downtown strip joint to actually seeing how he makes his g string money.


Winter 2004 a whole year has gone by since we last spoke, building bridges and gods own cooler box et al happens. young black men help them selves to an array of electronic equipment known as my stuff that was a lonely Sunday morning with no insurance and a hell of explanations to tell to those I had borrowed from, in money and equipment again.

Po mo po mo pop mo he kept saying like a scratchy retrospective vinyl record, po mo po mo….call it what it is don't try to post mod postmodernism.

"15 goliath hairs form his arm, black and so unnaturally him, yet he prides himself on this adolescent accomplishment. He may have the longest arm hair amongst us but it still doesn't give the right to Bogart that joint that I so carefully made with hb pencil and fine tobacco mixer, as he tugs away mesmerizing on his black arm hair and his knowledge of jazz. I know I little more than he does, I have seen the way older ones rattle their scotch and flirt with furniture when jazz plays on the record player. I have seen it in the dim light of kiddie's pajamas and teenage frustration as I shout shut up go to bed.

Yet he still tokes and says jazz is the best to get stoned to. I say as I grab the joint, let's run off to the trees across the road and space out in real space instead of this place. I have done this before with beer and dope. The little space teenage has to drink and smoke is brittle little, the need to get out and into the moist ranks of indepentandet importance. Once we grated the streets of the happy suburb of lesser friend number two for four hours on a paint thinner trip. We stole a car and we cracked several windows, eventually we were brought to book by said Chinas dad, but as I saw it later that morning buried in a sleeping bag on the floor of the TV room, better than sitting around and talking about it.
This road has blood on it, the scuffling of young boys heads across the tarmac is an image that will stay. The little boots that shake anf shimmiy across its pavement will never no the sex and violence that happened here. Dimples was the girls name and she liked to dance all night to nirvana songs in a wine soaked 'yeah yeah yeah'.her friend was brown and brunette but she helped us nonetheless. In and amongst the rock and roll blues was inserted here.

God knows every time I see you I get so god damned violin playing anxious, as a sinister rnb riff creeps up on me, so do you and your sakin and bones, a skin of just bathed smell and wardrobe of Calvinistic inclination. The guilt, I can't help myself, the funk of me is strong in you, and soon will be.

Walking back from a sleazy jol in a dirty city, I see tsotsies, hammer in hand maybe too a sickle of communistisc proportion. I whitey am scared of you with that metal in your hand and stars in your eyes. I spoke with maddened glee as the first socialist thug of iron came down on my head. The only thing that's going to save you from the drum and bass world of your drunken white world is a black friend… your james brown record in a cd collection of motorhead and judas priest?

Summertime hello sweat, swimming flabby self and perfect them, it's the same as it's always been. Only this time they have more money and they are pop stars. I drink to your bling bling and your medically paid sick sick, I synch in your moms sink, I see you flee, a summer time ago, stone cold bush.

Every Sunday night before I go out and face a silly and unfulfilled world, I will type…to the tune of bad 80s and stimulating memories of a languid nineties.

Nick and his ousie
One day it was shared a story of how black and white came together the stories here are sublime, yet they resound in some sort of mmm and recollection especially around the drinks table.

Young 16 nick came home from school and thought he had kept an important stash of goods within a pile of personal underwear. Upon finding it missing that afternoon, he thought two things

Aliens this being the age of the x files and such and such
Mom for wine money of course, but wait she promised to stop

No
God put a smile the face of young and fertile Janice the maid…as she cleaned out the wash basket. R50…could get you home a lot faster in those days.
We'd like to say Janice was a race car driver, maybe a rocket scientist or maybe by now, a minister of parliament, but no here it was, a clear cut case of maid cutting her loses with a goldmine find….
So stood a 16 Nick against an xx maid with a r50 up in the air.
"Janice did you take my r50 from my jeans"
Screeaaach…..
No denial just the upliftment of clothes as she undressed in front of him tyoprove her ignorance. Stark naked she screamed no no no no…

BLACK MAMA BANG
PORN RIFF SCOTCH SMOKE
GIRL LOVE SMILE SEX

Sonic boom in the neighborhood as another car alarm goes off growling like restless goats on a Saturday night,whie motorcycle hell goes on down below. A dog yelps past me and into a side street as I blow rusted smoke through my stained mouth.

Choruses of frogs on the other side of the Apies River sing:

'Thought arrives like butterflies' read read read and learn…

Brink brink we're on the…of something new tonight, somewhere there's someone who is going the extra mile and thinking at the same time. Conceptual , continuity , un-clichéd, sparse of smut and on the road, in a little chip somewhere swishing and swaying in the world of lip synch and beer on tap, flows beyond the back tracks of civil society an assainsation of sophististicatrion , a stop to the good idea and the cult, a return of the white suits to the black boat.

Clink clink another drink smile
Its only you alone right now.


6.

To make a Tolstoy short…

WHO IS TO SAY THAT AT EACH MOMENT WHILE THE PEN MOVES HE IS TRULY HIMSELF?
At another he might simply be making things up.
How can he know for sure?
WHY SHOULD HE EVEN WANT TO KNOW FOR SURE?

Little bit of shame,
Another badly framed snot stained t shirt at some one else's extreme. Another scream down a phone line to someone who don't know me. Another type of damage control with another kind of girl, tonight.
One more splattering of a good night tooth brush. I wink at the mirror I don't talk back and I know better. Dad dog donderdag aand.little bit of shame another stompie plantation in the garden tonight.

CHECK IT OUT

Ignominy

Something about flies on a lion like poets round a bar, my next drink arrived. A little ghost of last year shunted me as it left the establishment. I gulped down the drink quickly. And said what next? He approached me as close as he could by moving his bar stool within my leaning range. As he did he said: delft.