Showing posts with label Gus Ferguson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gus Ferguson. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Matthew said:

Lots of people in
Plumstead, Dad, play pianos
at night. It's lank sad.

(by Gus Ferguson)

Classifieds

by Gus Ferguson

Goldfish
coming to Cape Town
seeks bowl in city flat.

Cinnabar, Muizenberg:
An eyesore with
a splendid view.

Haikus

by Gus Ferguson

Eight o'clock - The cars,
how urgently they rush
to reach the traffic Jam.

The city lights -
a bed of glowing embers.
We dread the kindling wind.