Poems from mteleki

Language defines how we think and what we can think about.
They.
All of them! Each and every one! I'm done!   They think they can walk around. Smug, gotchya-whatchya-gonna-do-now smiles, irradicated, you...
Raw
W O R D S are eternal, but we are not. Pum-pum, pum-pum, pum-pum, Hear that? Heart-thrashing, Head-pounding, Adrenaline. The pen carves...