i

people can be cruel-
well,i did n´t care but
these morons could n´t

pull their socks on..
they said the same things
every time..

i tried to divert  them
but in the end
stayed quiet and

drank my wine..
after about an hour
they said,you don´t

say much do-do you
no,i was dreaming of nirvarna
hope and beauty..

heaven and hell
just recurring  themes
crime and punishment

the futility of it
all..
back is underated..

ii

..and then lily
stagger the long road
to the beach

and lay my head
in among the bugs
and distant song..