10 July 2024

Plenty of time to write this paragraph that no one will read.
Trompie en die boksombende.
Any gaze you can do, I can do better.
I can do any gaze better than you.
I can hit the side of your face with my gaze.
I can hit my face with the side of your gaze.
Ho ho ho, look at this Ho!
I invented a new kind of poetry,
and I would like to call it ‘repetition poetry’.
I seem to be wearing war paint—a triangle on my forehead.
I have tears in my eyes.
My eyes glisten with the ghosts of my past.
I drink my milk, place it down decisively on the table, and say:
‘You know, I am a man now’.