shouting thoughts
you don’t hear these shouting thoughts
yelling from the past
echoing from the future
bouncing into the present
whistling, beckoning
they wont wave goodbye
forcing me to welcome them
with closed arms
and clenched fists
like grains of the sea sand
they swarm my mind like fleas
packing my head to the rafters
they come in singles and doubles
multiplying from triplets to plurals
tangoeing cha cha cha’s
in tai chi movements
they come sleeping like a foetus
limping like a cripple
galloping like a pony
running like a madman
they yell from the underground
sounding a clarion call
to fill my ink with sermons from the mountain
can you hear these shouting thoughts
banging in my brain
like apartheid policemen
dragging me
kicking and screaming
to give them shape and content
on these blank pages
when I sit in a trance
like my friend sandile
high on ganja
you cant hear these shouting thoughts
cause my mind is soundproof
you cant hear these shouting thoughts
cause you are fast asleep
you cant hear these shouting thoughts
cause you look at me with your marble eye
you don’t see the tears
foaming from the tip of my head
bursting at the seams
on my toes
you seal your ears with wax
and do not hear the roaring thoughts
that come driving in a black hearse
in ash coloured sackloths
to deliver a boquet of flowers
to console my grieving heart
dammit!
you don’t hear these shouting thoughts
a curse which decorates my sorry life
these shouting thoughts are my cross
that I and I alone can carry
I wish you could hear these shouting thoughts
but damn!
they are not your portion
they are assigned to the house of pain
dammit!
how I hate these shouting thoughts!
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