i


Two cats fight
at the door
we wear night
if any law

might apply
then or was
it  has
laughed

swung away
on some wicked
lonesome
tree

like a lost
tense
we menace
ourselves

**
hot
the
knife

to
our
own
throats!

ii

and I
try to write
a biography
but it is too painful

for me
m
and i
can not write

anyhow
it´s in
my brain
now

and if the
past is any
thing to go by
it is ´nt


apparently
so why bother
but as i say
it´s in my brain

and it will be true
never mind effing
slander
o my pain

fait accompli
for hate
for love for
money

it will be true
distain
clever dickey
the truth!

let us hear
be seared
struth!
warts

cold heart
burned soul
and all!

ii

(well no
spoilers)


iii

cast a spell
a tight
little circle-
a pearl!

in their
soul-
like a weight
of gold

a wee
that folds
rot away
in sweetest

bile!
why,
heart cold
burned soul

which held
forth
what harm
what harm

the loved
pearls
dissolved
it howls

to me
and it whispers
(to you)
endless

ly
they are
what will be
merciless

ly
no pity
caress
melting

less and less
and where our
poor
sanity

some tiny
measure
reversing
a half life

dying
round
and round
and roundy..!!