click clock
wriggle out of the smother before the nose of the golden disc peeps out
warming up the sixteen sitter loaf
click clickity clock
that in twenty four seven
dusk to dawn roaring rearing trough the arteries of Tshwane
or pitoli
or whatever one wishes to call this territory
clock clickity click clack
feeding the city with labor
and nurturing the flatlands and suburbs with house keep
clang clack clickity click clock
and meanwhile you nurse u-r pendulumous moods
as your patrons impose themselves on –u
you smile when it rains
sweat when it is summer dry
swell
and burst when we outsmart you
lickity split I will trust in you to deliver
me at the appointed
places o’clock
© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2014
09 May