sky blue citi golf

-Jaydon Murray

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passion gaps

N1 laps

consider yourself in gold.

the northern chambers lispy air

choking on hate so old.

dried grass

the cops pass

‘jou poes’ etched in wood.

clipped feathers

family tethers

we’d fly if only we could.

father who

father what

Godless chamber of spite.

roll on south

you’ll flee with doubt

but a green lawn will get you right .

brown bottles

in sandy dunes

kids hold em ‘tween their teeth.

if only Ma Hendricks had triple locked the door

she wouldn’t be used to teach.

militia markings

lollipop reflections

we’ll never know who made this jol vol .

body found

familiar ground

janne i should’ve called.

potholed love

cigarette butts

samosas by the sea.

jive baths

choef hearts

taxis lovingly called to me.

labels and a fire,

soaked meat like our clothes.

call out to uncles and aunties

with the passion of dominoes.

sky blue citi golf

dashboard-tilled soil.

horse drawn carriage,

stick by us like barakat in foil.

gold teeth with a smile

gold skin worth a mile

why drive an hour to constantia

when i got golf clubs in my yard.