A Series Of Concrete Thought Journals

  
 
   
[STREET LIFE]    
    
In the ghetto streets      
of Orange Grove      
where the feet      
of Jozi's    
hungry drove      
carts of plastic    
and paper sheet      
dwelt a spell binding      
prison,    
in tunnels  
unwinding    
sending convoys    
collecting and betting    
on paper, plastics,    
and other recycling    
   
   
[ULCER]    
   
in trying to make    
sense    
of the stars    
filling    
intestines    
and mental    
notes    
while chaos    
aches in    
orbits    
breathing    
in the marrow    
of worn bones    
embracing    
the insanity    
laid out    
over    
destruction    
paved    
bare    
   
   
[WIRES]    
   
in the pain    
serving    
nervous minds    
lives    
a future    
where    
the mess    
is just a stroke    
of luck    
that everyone    
wonders    
"how it was    
put    
there"?    
   
   
[SURVIVAL]    
   
Where the strength    
of a man's feet is daunting    
a wage is exchanged    
in the cold haunting    
of a matress with no sheet    
while his wife splits the loot    
with the neighbourhood groot    
in exchange for some food    
and the address of their next    
Robin Hood    
   
   
[FAMINE]    
   
Once upon a dark day    
earth took a tumble    
legislating no pay    
the streets shut their noses    
with masks and restrictions
(the Covid affliction)    
causing work to be    
illegal in city jurisdictions  
the grumble    
(the hunger rumble)    
killing more    
than half    
the population of    
the concrete jungle    
   
   
[RUSH IN & PUT IN]    
   
If Musk flavored    
deodorant    
doesn't destroy the moment    
I'd expect to order    
Russian Vodka    
from an alien    
named Monica    
at the opening night    
of the first ever    
Mars Bar    
(This might have gone to far!)