i/

bogged down in
raw material
will you toss me a vine?

will you stand
at the peripheral
giving advice-

don´t struggle!
will you smile?
as the mire gets

higher and higher
will i see god in
glorious techni-colour or/

or the devil in
art-house sepia..
o the price of pop-corn..

some such thought
be my last..
blowing bubbles..