Sunny days

This is a beautiful warm day after a cold night
I chanced it and went for a walk to the woods
the track was now widened for cars.
The pace ended abruptly by an iron fence.
I could see no house, but someone had made
a statement – nolle me tangere.
I found another track the lead into the next village
but it was too overgrown, and without my dog
to lead the way, I gave up.
  I strolled across a field where sheep were busy eating
  All the red flowers, the scene looked like a painting
  I leave it up to you to guess who?
Saunter among olive tree; they are so old make me
look like a tenderfoot; my feet were back on the asphalt
Road, tired they were needed a rest, so, we strolled home.

Old lady dead

The old woman had died had been
a friend of my wife long ago.
I had only seen her once when she
aid in Portuguese “he looks a bit old for you.”
I do understand the language but often
Pretend I don't understand, more comfortable that way
Save me from talking about useless things.
She had elected to be cremated it was cheaper
that way as she never liked spending money.
It took her a long time dying about a year her daughter
was irked she inherited the flat.
She, the daughter has moved into the flat
and has a great idea about the kitchen and
new, modern furniture.
Yet her death had upset me, in the night
I thought about worms and other insects,
cremation was a good thing for those who
didn't want to share their rotting flesh
with anyone.

Death before the NEW YEAR

For a week I heard music from his house, it went on day and night, but not loud enough to annoy anyone. Last time I saw him, he looked ravaged by
his drug addiction remembered him as a young man,
I knew he was gay which is a no; in our little village, we all turned a blind eye.  
His addiction had made him ugly I thought of the painting in the attic
in the book Dorian Grey, by Oscar Wilde, it was shortly
before the New Year, he was found dead in a filthy little hotel.
At fifty-two he was too young to die, but his last twenty years
had been a struggle against ******, or some other drug,
perhaps it was for the best. That sentence was disgustingly trite,
what the hell do I know?

Death from above 1953

My uncle
Was ******
Died in Marseilles
A pig on a balcony
Fell on him.
Mother said
He died at sea
When a mine
Struck his ship.
A likely explanation
That served
His widow well
When telling her
husband was
a hero.

Death knocks
I’m stuck in the bog land of poetry
Trying to make a small manuscript of thirty pages.
I have reached 29 pages, but all seems so futile
Words I have written before keep cropping up
I can’t endlessly repeat myself.
A doctor visit at the hospital was not uplifting
I’m trying to shake off the depression hanging over me
Dark clouds are blocking the sun, and it is cold
The future is bleak nothing to look forward to
My wife is ill, so I’m stuck here when I want to go home
To my village, I Algarve.
The dream is to go home and die where I was reborn
Remembering my dog and the long walk we had.

Death of Arnold

My best friend Arnold died,
he was only nine and three quarters.
In a white casket laid and his hair
was combed for once.
His lips painted
(he should only have known)
Rouge on pale cheeks.

Arnold was going up to Jesus, that's
what the grownup said; he didn't
Look as he was going anywhere
I felt embarrassed the way they
had dolled him up.

Death is strange I knew it was Arnold,
but was aware he was an empty shell
mother hung the picture on the wall,
a reminder, she said.
When my brother died she took
the picture down.

Death of a young man

There is a schooner in the bay flags on half mast
a crew member had fallen from the top of the mast
and since the ship had no freezer he had been
buried at sea. This reminded me of the deckhand
on a boat, I was on he fell down and empty hold
got up insisted he was ok, but the captain called
an ambulance and two hours later he was dead,
At eighteen his passing was senseless. I hoped
his mother had more children to console her which
she wouldn't have had had she been caught up
In the abortion debate believing it was ok only
having one child. Abortion is the quickest way to
depopulate a country; the Israeli knows this and
give black Jews a pill so they can abort, they want
European Jews of the type who becomes good
soldiers and belief in their supremacy.

The death of comedy
Freddy Starr is dead they say it was because
He smoked too many cigarettes, no one asked to ask why?
He was accused of making lewd remarks
To a young girl in i974, the case was dropped.
But unwisely Freddy sought redress in court, men often
Loses in cases that involve ***.
Freddy sold his house and moved to Spain he paid
Some of the million own but he was not that rich
And the gold digger was after more.
now they wanted his little house in Spain,
And as we know the too crowd know no mercy
Men are guilty by their masculinity, which is seen as a sin
In our times, so he died alone with his kitten and
The MEtoo harridans gloat.

The Death of Poetry

The grey coloured straightjacket of poetry
I have like a Houdini freed me of this shackles
flowers and loveliness and lies
an unbearable burden I was getting buried
by a tonne of rotten blooms
I'm free!
Fly from tree to tree not seeing its foliage
soar higher than anyone before so elevated
the blue planet is a bauble on Christmas tree
and land on a potato field not seeing
its ordinary colours and brown soil
when flowers from Amsterdam are in season
I'm free to wade in a muddy rain-pool
wear yellow wellies towing on a string a tiny sail boat
which in my dreams become a three mastered schooner,
all this because I ain't no poet but a writer
and I can without hesitation use a double negative.

Decline
The owner of my bar died
his widow opened windows wide
and life flooded in; sun light
in my corner of happy misery.
My glass of brandy paled in a flash
of naked light.
I escaped to the bar's loo,
but the cleaner was there
smelling disinfectant and soap.

There was nothing for it, but to face
the outside where the sky is molten lava
dripping heat.
Black dressed preachers of doom,
at last another bar, a twilight zone
with blinking neon light.

Shield me from the brutal day to a place
where men don't turn their head
when someone enters, but spend their time
following an echo of a dream
they once had.
I'm safe here and tomorrows will never come,
as I sail in on the sea
of make belief

Defeat
There are times one must admit to being crushed
By life itself, I moved back to my old house
Far from the crowd only to find it was
Overwhelming me, the house is built on a rocky slant
So every floor is on a different level, which I found
Charming but now I fall over them.
I had this romantic idea I could do some repair work
But I haven’t got the strength.
With a heavy heart, I have put the house up for sale
And move back to Cascais.
I have done my best turning what was a stable into a dwelling
It looks eccentric and but suitable for one who
Seeks solitude he/she will find tons of it here.
If I can’t find a buyer I will let it rot dreaming it own dreams
We had a good run but everything comes to an end.

Demise of my Horses

I had been a way for a few days
visiting the aunts of Cascais, and
found my stone horses gone.
Just three cheerless holes were
They had been tethered.
The widening
of the road, they said and for
that beauty must go.
If they decide to make a motorway
close neighbours will be divided.
Sun and rain, spectacular my horses were
before turned into grit.

Democracy for everyone

The democratic party is in power now
and Trump, for all his flaws, didn´t want a war in the middle east
he sent many soldiers´ home.
The new President Joe Biden sent them back to Iraq
he has an issue with Syria.
There was a revolt many years ago that with the help of the CIA
developed to a civil war, and bombed fell, killing thousands.
A War the USA lost, and the failures on the ground turned into ISIS
and nearly won if it was not for the Russians and Iran,
who pulverized the murderous thugs?
Under the sainted Obama, there were many wars, (Libya) springs to mind)
Joe Biden wants one too, the sight is on Syria bringing Democracy whether
the Syrians like it or not.
Since Joe Biden is an old man and soon will die, he should think
of the Palestinians
so, he can meet his maker with a clear conscience.

Democracy installed
The ship was in dry dock
the captain and his crew ate at a canteen.
He and the officers had wine
The crew drank beer, bottles after bottles
loudly they told the officers what the thought
of the ship and her officers.
They had been let loose from the discipline
opposed upon them like children left alone
when the teacher had gone for a ***.
It ended in a fist fight table and chairs flying
in the air.
Next day the captain and his officers sat
sharing a big table with the team nothing to drink
for anyone, the captain was a wise man
the team loved him for that.

Consensus

Democracy! I'm dipping my toes into the shark infested
the water of politics and have noticed that a large section of the British
the public who after years of grooming turned against EU planned
by the upper echelon of the society who never liked
having their power reduced, no longer the lord of their moth-eaten
Empire. Naturally, they have to follow the law of democracy and
try to leave and at the same time keeping the goodies.
Democracy can only function in a country that practice free press,
but in Britain's case its own by the wealthy whose opinions ae
getting their stuff into the paper, and deploy editors that only
tow the view of one kind when pretending to be open and just
when killing news worthy of attention calling it fake news.
We live in an authoritarian society that uses democracy as the cream to hide the rotten fruit within.

Denmark

There is a charming little country
it has no sharp stones or huge mountains to obstruct the view
In our heart, we loved this little land.
They even invented the word “HYGGE.”
The reality is quite different, as it turns out to be a den of spies.
they spied on the behalf of the USA; in other Scandinavian countries they even bugged the prime minister of Germany´s phone.
In shipping it has been noticed they get the best contracts.
Quid pro quid, I think the word is.
We in Norway have been half sceptical of this sugary land
We were ruled by them for 500 years.
But they make good beer.
It will take time before we trust the sweet little land again, and
The word “Hygge” has lost its cosy sense of brotherhood.

Den's dawn

The smoke filled pub Curtains
could not shut out the light
of a ghostly dawn.
A place full of overflowing
ashtrays and empty chairs,
and the shadow of the lonely by the bar.
Broken talk and broken dreams.
Soon cleaner will come
with perfumed chemicals
and **** yesterday.
The shadows will be back their loneliness
is the only thing that will not leave.

Depression
I sat in a glass house
With a rose in my hand
The glass broke
A hawk
Took my flower
A broken window
It is getting cold
Soon it will snow
I think
The summer
Has gone
Yet I felt free after
Stumbling
Blindly in the cave
Of depression

Depression

I wrote a poem that made me depressed
it took out me my natural sense of optimism
left me with the reality of the truth.
I never was a poet, only a lone man seeking
solace in an imaginary life.
Someone said my work was about my self
this is not so I write in the “I” form write
what I have read, what people have spoken and
what I think about the incredible life lived
at the outer edges of society.
Friends I had, only a few, have died
leaving me waiting for the knock on the door:
come now you can´t postpone it any longer.
I shall not go hollering into the good night,
passively submit, offer my heart and wait
for the axe to fall and I say let it be over quickly.

Depression 2
  I was often jealous of my brother he had what I lacked
which was charm and people were drawn to him
he was intelligently knowledgeable without demonstrating
his aptitude and when someone said a stupid thing he smiled
And refrain from stinging anyone with sarcasm.
Where he worked and when the management had a problem
with the workforce, they came to him for advice.
But he had a dark side he could be absent, silent and sat
drinking for the day, at such a time no one came near him.
Then suddenly he snapped out of it and was his old self.
Illness struck him down he died 38 years old.
I was hot-tempered and argumentative, but he could
calm me with a few jokes and just by being there for me.
I know now that he was suffering from a severe depression
Which no one knew about, he likes a drink they said and left it at that?
But no day goes by when not thinking of him he was glad at heart
On my lack of tolerance but he was always there for me.

On reading Der Spiegel
In Kashgar where the
The Silk Road begins
I a bought
An apricot
From a woman who wore
A red shawl
Over her black hair
Knotted under
Her chin
And a yellow silk dress
Kashgar the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is so puny
And far away
A new silk road
Is being built
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade
For China
Ok, as long as they sell
Apricots
At the market place
In Kashgar

Deserted by Alfred


It was not my fault I had no shoes
And the police stopped and asked and since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to *******.
was handcuffed and put in a police car, which was more cooling than
the asphalt, after all, it was October in Albufeira.
I thought this is a perfect movement when a father defends his son
but Alfred who refuses to be my father had gone home
I was left to explain this ridiculous case, but luckily the Portuguese
police force felt sorry for me and let me go.
Next day I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinese shop and my father
who refuses to be my father was wearing my leather uppers?

Deserted by Alfred


It was not my fault I had no shoes
And the police stopped and asked and since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to *******.
was handcuffed and put in a police car,- which was more cooling than
the asphalt, after all, it was October in Albufeira.
I thought this is a perfect movement when a father defends his son
but Alfred who refuses to be my father had gone home
I was left to explain this ridiculous case, but luckily the Portuguese
police force felt sorry for me and let me go.
Next day I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinse shop and my father
who refuses to be my father was wearing my leather uppers.

The Desire

When I'm hundred years old, I will
not wish for a ******, namely because
they have no experience just lie there
waiting to be penetrated
I will ask for the best ******* in town
One who knows all the tricks needed to
get a sleeping giant stand *****, march into
its last war after thirty years of slumber,
Let a geyser of pleasure, break lose and
flood life lived into a patina of love.
Then blissfully die in the tempting arms of
****** desire.

Across the bridge


a carriage pulled by two horses.
master and slave
linked in a common
destiny.
One was an icon
held up for us to see
equality
among the two
what should have been done
didn´t happen
guilty by omission.
So hopeless
burning vast bin in the street
is that all?

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

The destroyer
We know the world has gone mad a chicken takes care of a puppy
while we drop bombs on children in Yemen
In Gaza, they celebrate Christmas with a rocket display from Israel.
we know there has been a turnaround we were afraid if Gestapo
while the Israeli are in full flow creating a new holocaust but of course
they will say they have the right to defend themselves
Hezbollah is bombed and shot at they are not shooting back for now
they will wait until Israel sink into abjection and the world will open
Its eyes and see what the murderous thugs have done.
And then it is time for Israel to drop the nuclear bomb the will
destroy themselves and all the evil they in a short time have created.

Diabetic hand-book

If you forgot why you are in the kitchen it is  
probably because cause your wife has hided
the nectar.
Wives are no good in letting you remember.
*** over eighty is cumbersome and clumsy
avoid it at all cost.
If you can´t remember yesterdays’ lunch
the likelihood is it was boring.
If you can´t remember your cat´s name do not worry
it doesn´t know either.
If your diabetic feet restrict your walking. try a treadmill
when you see a blank wall remind yourself
that you were bored too when young.
Swimming can be good but preferable in a child´s pool.
The point of all these exercises is to live longer
but you will only live as long as nature intended,

**** and his cat
I was in the deep depth of youth
sitting in a library struggling through
**** Whittington and his cat.
Looked the fable up on Wikipedia
and was disappointed,
**** and his cat were different
from my recollection
I had the cat and **** walking
to London
In my fantasy world, the story was
much richer, so I will stick
to my version

Diptera and Writers
I was thinking of flies Wikipedia was no help
I wanted to understand why they existed, I remembered
a yellow fly not a good colour for an insect,
when I was disrupted by the thought of a famous writer
in Norway who at 75 decided to commit suicide.
He bought sleeping pills plenty of expensive champagne
and invited friends to witness his death.

For each mouthful of the stuff, he swallowed a pill, friends
just drank; finally, he fell asleep among empty bottles and
the smell of stale cigarette smokes his mates had gone home.
It despair he jumped out of the window land on an awning
and lived ten more years. As for the yellow fly it took to walking
across the screen I threw it out, but still don't know what
flies are for other than annoying a writer.

A Dipterous

Walks across
The screen
Older than
Methuselah
For an insect
I blow
A lungful of air
To hasten it
I pick it up
Carry the fly
Outside
Put it in a flower ***
Dandelion
And leave it
To die in peace

The disappearance

The Gulf of Mexico suddenly ran into the Atlantic
left oil rigs high and dry.
Naturally, the USA claimed the land which was disputed
by Mexico and Cuba and Belize.
What was left of the gulf had rivers and lakes
and as the land greened it turned out to be fertile and
the Amish people encouraged to farm the land which they
did with earnest enthusiasm.
Village sprang up, roads were built, and the famous
veterinarian Jan Pol opened up his practice as well.
As years went by, people forgot that they were farming
on what has been the bottom of a sea.
The sea had not forgotten.
Slowly seeping in and those who had built luxury houses
were the first to leave, but the fishery thrived and
the shrimp business had a revival.
There was a mass exodus, and the Amish people went
back farming the land they knew.
When the water had claimed, all of the gulf and people
forgetting. There was only Wikipedia left to give
a brief outline of the past.

Discontent
Dissatisfaction, perhaps I need a drink, driven by jealousy
they are so successful live on a green branch
of the new shoots of the tree, I saw burning on
                                            The pampas, I got sot on my hands.
Do I write because I have a talent or is it desperate holler?
from a man alone in a landscape, not his, and wants to;
                                              go to a pre- natal place or simply someone to talk to,
as it is I have the echo of Twitter and Facebook help through the long silence
before bedtime, I have been lied to, her daughter was in town they had
dinner and that is ok, but why keeping it a secret.
                                                 What do I know of the bond between a mother and daughter?  
                                                 I like to converse with to someone who speaks my language
                                                 Whom I can listen to or argue with if needed
A pity really they haven't got a speaking clock anymore, but
A donkey’s mental ability is quite clear first food 80 %, making
Friends is 20% and that is how they survive, yet you can never
get an *** to pole dance.

Discovery

If you find a rusty nail you are halfway there
all you need is cabbage, carrots and a bit of meat
Soup is ready.
Genuinely made from a rusty nail.
This is also a way to write poetry look for an idea in the darkness
and not falling over tables and chairs,
This is an unfortunate mishap that occurs when writing
my eyes are old.
I have between my thumb and index finger a cork from a bottle of wine
from this humble start, I can conjure up a cool bottle of wine.
Jesus did it once when feeding the five thousand
when all he had in his hand was a slice of a day-old loaf.
Imaginary friends, I have many, can be helpful when remembering
their antics, and I can be absolved of sin.
Stick to a rusty nail or a horseshoe, friends are hard to find

Disembowelled
Mackerel sky blue and light blue strips
perhaps it was the zebra of the sea swimming away in haste
                                     I was gutting one
                                     No big deal
                                     I was learning to cook at the time
Inside the fish was a finger with a ring made of gold, but
I vomited, and the master- Cook took the ring.
                                     The school is now a catering academy
                                      Teaches the same as before
                                      But academy sounds more learned
                                      A cook is now a chef has got a diploma

Disheartened  
The Dutch tourists have left
and last year’s cherries
hang unpicked as do almond nuts
that are also full of worms,
and who says the grass isn’t sweet?
The sun is a yellow ring
on a blind sky,
disillusioned.
As a 30 watt bulb in a room
with faded wallpaper,
at a rundown hotel
which calls itself Bellevue;
last stop before sleeping rough.
Nothing is more abject
then an out of season tourist town,
worried shopkeepers and tarts
even the flowers are grey;
except for a couple of retired seagulls,
birds have flown to Africa
and will not return
before the rain stops falling.

Disregard  
  

My neighbour doesn’t till the land anymore he has sold
it to developers, thought he had got rid of his animals,
I was shocked and dismayed when he led a mule out of
the stable where it had stood, in the dark, for two years
Standing there in the courtyard it was clear that it had
lost interest in life, the winter sun that shone into its
eyes met no reflection, blind and dumb it could hardly
stand on unshorn hooves.
There was a long silence no one looked at the beast till
the truck came to take it away, up the plank it walked
offered no resistance, a being so utterly broken that it
could never be repaired
I looked at my neighbour in the hope of seeing regrets
or shame in his face, there were none, and it struck me
that if humanity has no compassion for all life what hope
have we got to find deliverance?

Distant country


The flat was on the third floor, flights of wooden stairs
deep groves from generations of people going up and down
in the living room, I sat down, had been away too long.
The autumn wind blew, the house swayed and creaked
like an old schooner meeting the Atlantic swells.

The room was simple, a few pictures and an Amateur
painting of a rowboat in a fiord, a boathouse and blue sky
afar the silhouette of a mountain range, the painting was
ominous by its deadness; got up went down the same stairs
I entered; the past and those I knew had gone.

The Divine Victims

There have been so many battlefields mostly forgotten
there was Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan Libya, among the many
battles and millions of dead civilians some were children
Yemen is a graveyard for children killed by Saudi bombs
Yes, the same nation we do business with.
Myanmar, ethnic cleansing is working overtime, but it is
in the east and nothing to bother about.
We have in Europe a clear-cut war, Russian versus Ukraine
Russians are bad lowbrow people, Ukrainians upright
defending their homeland; nothing could be simpler, right?
Ukraine is the victim of Russian aggression
enough said. Stop thinking, take out your prejudices and call
anyone asking questions traitors, dismiss them with contempt
when the **** hit the fan stop looking surprised.

The division

Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts, grey boughs
stretching upward appealing to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered.
Faces in a black frame, seeing you seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.

Do as the doc says

My doctor was in a good mood
He had had a good lunch and smelling of wine
After a quick check-up
He asked me if I drank
I said, yes.
Alcohol is no good for you he said
Breathing wine fume all over me.
I agreed
One should always listen to a doctor.
At the nearest bar, I had a cold beer
To clear my head, form his liquid lunch.

doctor. Lunde

Let us go to doctor Lunde she said
I found a place near the bus terminal that no buses
A police officer came and told the parking place was only for bus-passengers.
He offered to drive there us- in my car- but got the gears wrong
And we ended up in swallow lake.
You drove they are into the lake I said
But it is your car, and as such responsible, we called a tow car.
It dragged the car up, and at the same space, rules are rules
The officer said even when there are no buses.
We finally found parking outside the doctor’s office, he cam
Said it was his space and besides he was a chiropractor
Called himself doctor people trust them.
I lady from the cleaning- police said I had to wash the car
Instead, we drove to IKEA, looked at furniture with strange names.
Selling stuff, you had to glue tighter yourself
I’m not a handy man.
We ordered Swedish meatball without mashed potatoes,
You have to have mash the lady said it is the rule, so we ate
The ***** and left the mashed potatoes, the lady who serves us took it
As an insult to Sweden so we ate the mash too.

Doctor or Dentist

An enormous raindrop fell under an umbrella and nearly
drowned the occupant under it. A dentist came opened her mouth
and being ethical pulled out the wrong teeth.
Another man came said he was a doctor and told the dentist
to stop, the dentist said I too am a doctor, and rotten teeth
are sorry for the health, even a pill pusher like you ought to know;
The dentist was rude because he was fed up not being called a doctor.
it came to blows. Meanwhile, an ambulance came
picked up the nearly drowned lady and stopped the fight between
the two medical professionals, the skirmish made the dentist
happy because the ambulance had said; you doctors should not
fight in public.

Dogs on the loose

She was a frustrated woman two drunken husbands
hostile sons and a daughter who was sleeping around till
she got syphilis and ended up in a madhouse.
Lived alone she did with five dogs that obeyed her
she was their world loved her entirely as a religious
the person loves his God and asks no question as the god
feeds the spiritual need and thus fulfil them
Then it happened she fell on the floor and the dogs
sensing weakness went for her a frenzied attack biting
at her throat and she bled to death, the dogs dazed
ran for the hills till they were hunted down and shot.
They had broken the unwritten law; dogs are inferior
to humanity this is a pact that cannot be broken.

Domestic crime

The couple was nicely suntanned, but the woman had
a black eye, he was very courteous to her, tried to hold
her hand, she didn’t want to, he reddened in anger.
Well-dressed, the couple were on a way to a restaurant
meeting friends, no doubt a droll story would be told
how she got a black eye.
The men would believe the story, women exchange
because in the hapless woman's eyes they saw the truth.
They would find out-women talk- when at the ladies
powdering the noses.
The unlucky one would beg them not to say a word
he loves me but has a bad temper when I nag him
he slaps me; it is my fault for not understanding him.
He was very sorry for giving me a black eye, he cried
promised me not to hit me anymore.

Domestic Landscape


There used to be many small farms or homesteads around
Here where I live, they are abandoned now,
Except for some wretched relics unable to move, acres so
Small earth could easily be ploughed by a mule.

Nostalgia is the name of poetry.

Carob and olive trees grow unseemly branches
Looking like a film set in a horror movie.

The neglected has mystery by itself.

Nature is moving back in, animals the kept a respectful
Distance from man, like shy deer
, and wild boars have been seen crossing the road at night.
Housebound flowers too has felt the freedom
Leaving ceramically confined, to the delight of goats.
The hares that people thought had been eradicated,
are competing with the blue rabbit in some clearing.
Beauty beholds, there is the talk of a golf course so players can be close to nature.

Donations
  
  Every week I'm asked for donations
  for worthy causes although my sympathy
  is for the reasons such as the plasticization
of the oceans, the vanishing bees and etc.
I find myself unable to send money firstly
because I have only a small pension if I could
I would have sent money to everyone.
My only offer is to write about the havoc
we are causing to our world, and I shudder
to think when our excreta becomes packed
in plastic and the fish drowning in our
pollution that so quickly can be stopped.

I don't know why I wrote this

You must remember this, a kiss
is not enough I have to pay the maid
as time goes by.
Tomorrow she will be back and do my den
it's full dust flying in the breeze like half-forgotten dreams and projects never done.
You must remember this I was not good at dusting shelves
this because today I feel old but tomorrow I will be like Tarzan and not believe
that life will ever end.

Don´t walk on the grass

Do not have thoughts and opinions  
That is not the official western version of democracy.
Do not tell gags that is funny, it will upset someone
that find it invasive and crude
Humour is not comical especially if irony is involved.
We are living in a woke time and like covid disappear
In the meantime, be careful of what you say.

Doomed is the river

Twenty years ago, the river ran 2 meters deep
had trout we caught with a net and fried over
a small fire with delicious fresh food.
Every year I have seen the river getting smaller
even in the winter rain.
Years ago, three children were caught by a wall
of water, their father was arrested, they said
he had fed the children to his pigs but not
a single button was found in the pigs, enclosure
The broken father was set free, and every
summer I see walking along the river’s banks
hope to find his children’s bones, there is none.