Dice Roll

Come on homey,

roll the dice…

See tomorrow catch aflame

with potential and just

Roll the dice.

It’s easy, look a map in the eye

and see the world in your sights.


The dreams and fetishes,

the colour coordinated racism

and of course the bleak news.

Cover the lands with your vision

and lay to waste nothing so simple

as a potential flame.

So roll the dice.


Hear the rhythm of the world

and dance to it.

Fit it the right shoes

and begin to understand.

Undertake no goals

if you’re a coward

and stay a dead sea

if you’re a dedicated mess.

So damn drawn by the dark

you’d rather be it.


Put a face to a dream

and the angst gets cut –

to a minimum…

Fear the world

and see yourself stand aside it

and live grey…

Put a rose to a stream

and the light gets honoured –

presence is appreciated.

Optimise yourself

and see yourself

roll the frreaking dice.


Daphney Em Molapo


Spiders shpiders

I am being chased by spiders

Those many legged creatures

And their whirlwind of presence

Collect insects and my fear

In bottles before the day is done.
“Dispatch, Dispatch; we have a runner”

Road running and screaming 

For her life and it makes no sense. 

I am being chased by spiders

Those grey multivisioned creatures

Swore to catch me and my phone 

– oh the selfies in danger…
I am shamelessly running 

From those miserable things

And screaming – for good measure Dammit!
Daphney Em Molapo



And uncle Google provides the pictures