Last Roadtrip with my Brother
We drive through the unruly hills of the Wild Coast
The potholes bigger than our Mazda 323
Little boys and girls fill the ruts with cow dung
Begging money for their service
The stones on the beach
We take shots – one of us
Posed awkward against the background of sea
C’mon boet take the bladdy picture
The acrid mosquito coil
And hot December night
Oozing with hippie drumming
I on the floor, you on the bed
Neither of us sleeps
We rise at dawn for cold showers
And a quick getaway, leaving cash
And a note: Never coming back here