Love And Creation

With lightning-fast mercury temperament
slow, arduous jobs researching terms is
Purgatory, texts relayed & the half-yearly
assessment self-praise: The anonymous
official received & conveyed X documents
in UK English – which is irrelevant for the
spiritual accomplishment needed to exit
the reincarnational circles, the pertinent
part is enjoying the journey achieving the
result of word count, because the final
product will be destroyed eaten by moth
& forgotten tomorrow we build & destroy

Already torn up 15 years of my own work
so how to enjoy today – how to convey to
the little alien governing my mind he’s got
to love the labour as it’s the only content
of this work that will last in the end, in the
hereinafter – nothing else will accompany
us, no wealth nor fame, only the joy in love
we created, encountered & shared; I hear
Thokozile sigh - performance assessment
woes & my little alien is hanging from the
rafters in my mind, refusing to come down
to the challenge: how to find fun in writing
routine self-congratulatory notes at work

I’m sure it can be done applying the mind,
finding thoughts that feel so delicious it will
make assessments explode with accolades
and feel-good-refreshments; as I’m a stand-
up translator with my own comedy show,
making aside remarks for my burlesque
ignored by my colleagues, discussing house
affairs and letters to the President; the little
alien left on reading of Regional Directorate
for Business, Competition, Consumer Affairs,
Labour and Employment DIRECCTE – the
acronym phenomenon is hateful, says the
little alien covering his head with a bicycle

Helmet taken from my son before sending a
headache of nihilistic depression - I take him
to my guru who promises adding passion to
thoughts will manifest in new existence: Then,
says the little Alien, I’m leaving this place to
incarnate somewhere else; Where, you cheeky
little thing? – In a special mind bent on love &
creation, not deconstruction of boring terms to
delineate persecution of their fellow men…