che turns in his grave
and lumumba sheds a tear
to think of the things they're doing
these absurd modern types
rebels without a cause
freedom fighters with no clue
what it's all about or the reason
to forego all luxury
till your colours flutter in the wind
meanwhile all you can do is
dream about pizza on a neon-lit evening
a girl sitting on your lap
a nonchalant scowl on your face
and the inevitable fizzy a-bubbling
this man who has never been oppressed
spots a mane of hair done like samson's
seeing my interest he puts a business card on the table:
freedom fighter, the card says
how different today's struggles are!

I met her in a cold cemetery
somewhere in the south-side of Chicago;
raindrops foreshadowing snowfall
fell delicately on her tanned face.

Her embrace warmed me throughout the winter,
and her laughter soothed my damaged mind.
I wanted to travel to Paris,
yet she so dearly longed for Indiana's fields.

I decided that I'd like to be a lion,
and she decided that she'd be a lion too.
Nights kept passing quickly, until they slowed.
Suddenly the weather was too cool for lions.

We parted upon the promises of Spring,
both of us agreeing to remain quite close friends.
Off she went to her muddy mid-western fields,
yet here I stayed longing for cold rains.

wherever i find myself is my home
so don't hit me with vagrancy laws
wherever I spend the night is home
home this day and the next perhaps?
let the grass shelter me
and let the dew on its blades quench my thirst
the syrup from the funnels of the flowers
sweetens my hitherto dull and predictable life
I'm so richly blest
hate no one
hurt no one
I want so little and need much less
it's everybody's world
though some may want to be grasping

letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging

time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell

wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones, and your name is Soul

appetizing and delicious
wholesome and nutritious
enchanting and appealing
rich, tasty and unforgettable
is the simplest of shared fare
when taken with comrades
in the lull before the storm
when surreptitious glances
could be the last for some
and memories the testimony
to life's ambivalent transience
farewell comrades in love
to you belongs the glory
of mistaken ideas and inertia
and we who fizzled out long ago
salute you the lucky beneficiaries
of our pain and sorrow that are
your surfeit and your happiness

the fine essence of her ethereal being
oft times floated and wafted into the air
then would the music in her truly ring
with the poise and peace making it so fair
to hanker after the lasting and lusting hues
of the demented pleasures of abandonment
thus did i feel the dent from her covert teasing
she was soft and mellifluous like richest cream
and her walk was like a choreography to the hidden notes
of a musical profusion of poignant melodies and a rich pulse
deep in my lulled consciousness i knew for certain
she was the source of my beckoning dreams in technicolour
the sin that i didn't commit lest her purity  be forever soiled
she was the sweet walker in whom nestled my wildest fancies