January 2013


20:55 06 January in Rhyme
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There’s a five rand store
inside your mind
where thrills are cheap
and every kind
of gimmick
and plastic thing
presents itself
with glitter wings

Resistance to commitment
reluctance to endure
embracing instant everything
and owning the obscure

There’s a five rand trail
that paves the way
from what you think
to what you say
little shiny impulse disks
ruthless leaps
unmeasured risks