From the moment I didn’t sleep last night
I new this would be a picturesque day
My cuff-links link my disguise to propriety
While the civil defence corps chase normal anomalies
Our conductor sags confidently outside the speeding metal carcass
Rapping out locations like a mother hen calling to her young
Tribes like condiments sprinkle across the pedestrian dawn
Answering or ignoring dusty times from dusk to dusk.
Drivers chorus locations, a medley of journeys
As Soldiers beside them bully points home
The hum of this new steed is louder than the city
I don’t need my earphones, the silence is enough oblivion.
Near, Death experiences disappointment…
But my journey has hatched fulfillment…
Now we’re looking for the programmes
To order it with African time’s chaos
As the pastor blunders through the protocol
I doze in and out of reality at random
Wondering if these people were all invited
While my eyes wander, the wind’s suitors.
2nd Daniel 