i)


thunder and washing up
some mundane noises
-god plays with toys

the heat has had enough
of asking why not
it is hot-

the rain falls like a dashed
crystal cup
and has slowed

doors slam and the cat in
the window
washes herself...

ii

-there is more wet
we go
is that it

just like life
o we wait-
expectation be

a cruel mistress!?
the first fleeting
drops

hopes
and
dreams

onto the greasy pave-
ment
of sad senility

wondering
what
happened

left with little
positive way
and cliches..

iii)

though my father
would say to me
you think

life gets better
well it doesn´t..
he was wrong

on three counts-
one,i had no idea
two,i did nt care

and three-
it did..
god bless,dad

it was a realizing
of effort
look at the flowers

growing from
the ****
i tried to suggest

this by patting
his knee
there is rain

and thunders
in the singular
instance of our

existence
pain and washing up
but don´t expect

nothing..
(misquoting an old adage)
only death and taxes

are sure..!