i

there is inate flaw in words
but black and white apart
awesome hotdog..man

why bother writing?
and time, when we loose
and gain at a whim..

her eggs  have stuck
to the pan..
sunday morning..

ii

postcard from berlin
i met a man who saved
his *****-easily done..

he worked on the stock exchange
his brother a murderer
close to pneumonia

i returned to the slaughter
house
we had run out of co-co and cream..

the keys to three houses
a cat and an egg
i said au revoir..