i

and others best
forgot-
but lily says
examining a blade of
grass-the memory is auto-
nomous..

and what comes back-
come´s back..
hey, we can shrug
ah,nothing to be done!
or into a poem
celebrate or exorcise..

ii

mass murderers die happily
with their boots on
some beg for forgivness
for nothing
the sun will rise
this blade of grass the same
laugh or cry..

iii

it takes more muscles
to frown than smile-
let us be lazy!
let us stay in bed!
(and say what the heck..!?)
let us read, walt..
let us live in the trees..
o lotus eaters..!
we will forget..(if we
can...)