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ARYAN KAGANOF
Joan of Arc Joan of Arc lied to her Master In order to spend a night with me We murdered our inhibitions with plenty of toxins I ploughed it in She whimpered “be careful” I wasn’t Afterwards in Flux we kept on smelling her blood we laughed at that when the sun said “good morning” I flew to Cape Town Joan of Arc went back to her Master Ten Pages The first page was a page of Crude Reflections The second page was a page of Cruel Rejections The third page had the lyrics to the House of Lamentations The fourth page was a page of Unanswered Questions The fifth page was a page of Diagonally Slanting Sentences Gradually Diminishing In size and Legibility Until the sixth page blazed And the seventh page harmonized But the eighth page got stuck in the ATM And the ninth page committed suicide After reading the front page of Tomorrow's newspaper Aryan Kaganof drives Audi and shoots Glock. His favourite mode is prosopopoeia. He lives in Johannesburg. |
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