i)

you listen to me
but fail to comprehend
when you say we
deserve what we get-

i see..
when you say then
nothing for nothing
we have to pay..

ok-
and-render unto caesar
that which is casears´
(me?)

the concept of possession
i grasp
and a piece of poison
a laugh

yeah,yeah..
everything costs!
whether it be
brilliant or mediocre..

(bad = good
good=?
sick=good
good=?)

crystal clear..
(and supply equals
demand and vice-
versa..)

undeniable
irrefutable
what else
(as mrs thatcher said,

you can not buck
the market!
(but she married a
millionaire?!)

ii)

and if you´re
disliked may as
well go dig a
hole..

the popular
were mostly
psychos
as i recall-

they said
well,
he´s not a
bad old

boy
but don´t get
on his wrong
side

(or yon side)
i wondered..
i wonder
as you get

older..
the ******* and
lies
accrue

higher and higher
(and you say
surely that is
the cherry)

it is easy to retreat
into a world of
fantasy-
we clutch at

words like reality
and even destiny
and the bird´s
will not quit

it..
listen to what i
say..
tt..

ah,wee bird of truth
nothing new
flies through
subterfuge

to sit in the agave
and watch me
like i know see
free..

ah wee bird of truth
what is new
your wing clipped
by smile
and subterfuge..

they sit in the
agave
and watch me
like i know
i watch you..

philanthropy is
the
way to go
-ipso facto,
obvious, but not
always easy to put
into practise (forgive my
clumsiness)..

any act of kindness
i  
recall was sometimes
repaid in myriad ways
in pattern and coincidence
that left undeniable faith
until today..

doctor, i don´t like
you-
(it is nothing personnel
you understand
you are probably
a decent man
but it is the mountain
of bull-****
that accrues day
by day
that taint´s every
breath i breath
it is the hypocrisy
it is the mean way
it is the beady
little eye
it is the fatal
shrug
nothing´s torpid
hug
in a living hidden
with lie
silence omits
we forgotten
song gone
understanding
sympathy
empathy
peachy
why i don´t
like
it is not really
understanding
why..)

a man walks into
a bar
and slaughters
all
puts a disc on
and makes
breakfast..

doctor,i woke laughing
could n´t  see a thing
what now brings
yesterday stings
then in
waiting

i dreamt on
lost and a
lone
love done
i carried sleeping

like a last corn-
flake fixed to a
white plate
a tear that snug
and would
if and wait

on my shoulder
doctor
and said i will
remember
your kiss a
tickling whisker

i woke again
thought where have
i been
i wondered nuclear
waved a curtain
and thought the
morn clear..

doctor,i woke
laughing
love was stoked
a nuclear

engine!
i was fat/thin
onward **!
where i´d been?

a lost
alone and
gone
dream..