Thabang Ngoma

I’m a failed poet A bowled out game of cricket A boiled nugget in a poetrysoup to market I rule my lines straight like a wicket I am an insane bullet On a collision course with a stuffed Muppet Take me seriously like a moving target You’ll find me famously like a flaming rocket Reading a moment then leaving a comment Never meant to torment Did I draw your face In my heads endless space As I write with an unguarded hand I paint vividly with my free mind I draw you in and once within And begin to take you on a thrill like a trampoline