The strange

If I knew you loved me, I would have killed you.
A sentence that makes no sense keep swirling around my head.
William Burrough could have said that perhaps he has.
I met a woman, not the first, and fell in love.
She was and could be my soulmate with her I felt at ease
not straining to be entertaining.
Dragged into a black vortex of love, it could only end in hurts.
I cut loose and had many sleepless nights.
I met another woman who was not a soulmate who needed
a place to stay near where she worked.
That was a long time ago, we are now two lost souls
comforting each other in the midnight hours.

Erratically you

It was by chance I came to Portugal.
I was a failure in Norway and a bigger loser in Britain.
I could not absorb a culture that makes the working-class
dumb workers and ignorant soldiers.
It was a day in May when I came here, didn´t want to live
by the coast, which was like living in Liverpool with sunlight.
I bought a ruin/stable got local workers to help me restoring the place.
One day I looked up and said: “I´m home.”

The idyllic painting

I remember it well
The dirt road
The neglected
Domestic landscape
Growing wild
Tall
Ongoing battle
Freedom
For the strongest
I walked
Into the painting
Wore clogs
Yellow dust
Behind me
Going north.

Painting of oblivion

The is uniformly white
A screen depicting nothingness
There is immobility.
Occasionally a red dot appears
When the mas of the void is moved.
Into the form of life
A beast or a human?
The mystery is no one knows
Why does randomness occur

is everything ****


The petrol prices in Portugal are now so high
the highest European for me to drive from Cascais to Algarve
makes me six hours, (before two) I save on petrol but waste time.
Behind me, angry drivers in BML´s waving their fists who want to overtake
only so they can turn sharp right for a coffee at the nearest café.
Too much coffee makes people nervous.
China has a housing problem, while in Britain, they have a supply problem
Britain has not enough petrol drivers to supply the forecourts
In San Francisco bay, 72 ships are waiting to unload the precious cargo
mainly full of Christmas banality, no capacity they say.
Is the USA becoming a third world country?
The north pole is melting the sea level rises, but never mind that
we want out Christmas and petrol.
In Las Palmas, volcanic eruption lava streams going into the sea
that is for future generations to figure out.
All I want is an electric scooter I bought in China.

The mystery

The mystery of life is enduring
what is its purpose?
A couple having *** on grandfather´s sofa
while he is out milking his two cows.
The consequences of this brief union
was far from the couple´s mind.
So, I ask again, what is life´s purpose?
Was there a plan behind it?
Winning the toughed race and be born?
Or was it only a happendash?
Something a spur of the moment encounter
Was the newborn destined to become great?
And leave behind the immensity of the human mind
So, the individual could understand its meaning
“what was it all for, Alfie?”
The devil had a good day bringing forth another loser
doomed to the lowest rung of the ladder
and bring the idiot´s genes further down the abyss.

Destiny
The majesty of the vast ocean
denied.
If you are lucky, you might see
choppy water
in a summer lake.