i have written over 2000
poems that mean nothing-
just so much sand
in the *** hole of existing..

what about excitement..
-a ball passing between two
sticks..
no none..

i lurk around supermarkets..
i read old books..
i get ****** and listen to old dub
tracks..(at the week-end)

still, how beautiful the day long
and majestic!
how sweet the little song birds
entreaty-

hear me
!
see the brightest way!
kiss this wild dome!
(or write a poem...)