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Hoe lyk jou stad-kompetisie: In my town

In my town people have a multitude
of social apps and minimal cohesion.
In my town the whitey walking past Big Time Liquors
ignoring all the whistling
is the one wanted for answers. Or to help hold up
some drunk’s dream perhaps …  

In my town the signage of the hair salon reads:
We are dreadlocks specialist
And one day abortions also count among
some of the few services guaranteed.

In my town the wipers of cars
have no names but vandals do spray-paint
“Free Clive”
on bridges along highways. In my town
every intersection is either a Fong Kong drive-thru
or the spot where auditions take place daily
for South African Idle.

In my town those that prosper
are in the business
of picking up others’ slack
because it pays better
than mere usefulness
at a minimum wage.

In my town florists stake out
the road towards the cemetery
seemingly unable to earn their keep
out of flowers for the living
and if the gravediggers got blisters
they’d surely acquire a machine.

   
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