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QUIDNUNCS ARE PEOPLE TWO

They’re widening the roads and filling up the empty spaces with taxi ranks.

Sweet sellers sell dagga and fake Wayfarers.

Ex Rhodesian retirees own second hand book shops and a Chinese lantern hangs off a petrol pump. Mist settles and the liquor

store is owed money,

Beethoven pours out of duplex windows; For Sale signs are fashion décor.

30 000 construction workers on smoke breaks;

teenagers don’t understand municipal rates – nor do I.

You can swop cd’s for beer and dreams for security.

Highway Mail collages suffocate dustbins on verges of buffalo,

tennis balls roam around nets in the season’s afterglow.

Two white beggars for every traffic light; two is a couple and two is a fight

Horses and ponies and riders and perms

Berries and poison and mothers and germs

slipstreams and dimmers and uppers and coke

nightmares and bedrooms and rainstorms and strokes

Two black lawyers for every Luddite; two is a signal and two is birthright

They’re holding back on fear and fixing barbed wire with alarm systems.

Coffee shops hover over sewerage dungeons.

Ex ad execs fill up the seats at the pub and an Indian cricket team gets bounced at a nightclub.

Day breaks and the bakery bakes fires,

arguments pour out of mansion doors;

For Rent signs are fashion décor.

60 000 uniformed children off to school;

Jehovah Witnesses are still uncool – so am I.

You could exchange three lives that couldn’t add up to one.

Egyptian geese infiltrate the sunny afternoon rooftops;

g&t’s are spilt, guilt is built as a gift to the bishop

Two white beggars for every traffic light; two is a couple and two is a fight

Horses and ponies and riders and perms

Berries and poison and mothers and germs

slipstreams and dimmers and uppers and coke

nightmares and bedrooms and rainstorms and strokes

Two black lawyers for every Luddite; two is a signal and two is a fight

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