Monday, July 14, 2008

in a friend's flat in Melville, after he has left for his waitering job…

up there
three flights up
there’s an amazing sun set happening,
but I choose to sit here
and stare at the wall

up here
three flights up
there’s a spot where you can sit
and watch an amazing sun set happening.
But I choose to sit here
and work away at this beer,
smoke this cigarette,
and stare at the wall
that stares back into me

the wall stares back into me
with no eyes
and sees the colours
of my sunset

- ©Sjaka S. Septembir, Jozi City, Feb. ‘03
This poem was published in some publication, can’t remember what. Never got a copy.

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