Poem
Phillip Zhuwao
ALWAYS, I'VE LOVED BIG CARS
ALWAYS, I'VE LOVED BIG CARS
ALWAYS, I'VE LOVED BIG CARS
Winter trudge, cycle's promise, no words as wellbut parliamentary speeches
then sirens, the coldness
of the jerseyless knocking,
It seems,
I've got no time for love.
No beauty riddles the chapped big smile,
I dont like this!
Treasures of byzantine, that scurrying in the hair
haven't I brushed these black walls?
Winter to cruel winter
and
this seepage in my blood
Autumn's sloppy coffee
This skin touches glow
coaches stop and collect
I
Castaway to nowhere
Stand in God's drizzle,
Stopping is also paradox
I write, and the fingers crack
over tyre onslaught – gone
Sprawled on the lawn – no words again
Strong vomit of blood, of formaldehyde –
Why?
I will always love you.
And I am surprised?
(6th July 1993).
© 2004, Phillip Zhuwao
From: Sunrise Poison
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
From: Sunrise Poison
Publisher: Deep South, Grahamstown
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ALWAYS, I'VE LOVED BIG CARS
Winter trudge, cycle's promise, no words as wellbut parliamentary speeches
then sirens, the coldness
of the jerseyless knocking,
It seems,
I've got no time for love.
No beauty riddles the chapped big smile,
I dont like this!
Treasures of byzantine, that scurrying in the hair
haven't I brushed these black walls?
Winter to cruel winter
and
this seepage in my blood
Autumn's sloppy coffee
This skin touches glow
coaches stop and collect
I
Castaway to nowhere
Stand in God's drizzle,
Stopping is also paradox
I write, and the fingers crack
over tyre onslaught – gone
Sprawled on the lawn – no words again
Strong vomit of blood, of formaldehyde –
Why?
I will always love you.
And I am surprised?
(6th July 1993).
From: Sunrise Poison
ALWAYS, I'VE LOVED BIG CARS
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