Written by: Oratile Ndimande
I need to fill this page so that it isn’t blank anymore
I need to feel this page so that it isn’t crap anymore
I must make these black words on this blank page matter to you
I must seduce you into a colourful imagination
Memories and secrets dressed in metaphors
Single ideas in blind dates with each other
Witty one-liners and pun-chlines
Innuendoes rubbing up against each other after wordplay
A rush of words and ideas crashing into each other
But nothing good has been aroused,
just disjointed stanzas flopping about for twenty minutes
I must amuse into a colourful imagination
I must make this idea make sense to you
I need to feel that you will feel this page
I need to fill this page, to give to you
Attempts at humour, aimed to land on your chuckle
Details, pointed and polished
Those floppy stanzas now made stiff by a deadline
run at my fingers command and collide
stabbing at each other for an oozing of something good
But no sound idea is yielded from all these collisions
Just blank.
I need to fill this page so that it isn’t blank anymore
I must feel this page so that it isn’t blank anymore
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