your endless complaint
all you want is fair
all i say
all i dont
your hate-
an endless liturgy
how i walk
and drink my
tea-impatient
i dont care
an average mind
egotist
i wish wed
never met
you wish i was dead
i wish you were dead
i wish you were dead
dont you love me
i say with infinite
regrets
but to true
i do..

your endless complaint
i think imagine
waiting for the wild
pig to enter the canyon after
three days of hungering
or the generations to spurt
forth, genius-(some one
to save us)
i can hate-i have no
bread to sell or fish
no room to rent
no particular thing
my poetry is the
product of an average
mind-my clothes-well-
my music is no-ones
business
and if you love me
then i am happy but
i love myself, firstly..
the way i drink tea..

all you want is fair
you want a lot
and you are clever
(i am a clot

by compare)
-i know that
with a lost tear
and the swank

of the jaguar
you ll sulk
and sit round
the corner

to wonder
the conundrum-
all you have stolen
(at such a cost)

is worthless?
it is all in crystal
but obscure
a convoluted path

through the guest
room-
this is the donkey´s
lair

count those pinched
hearts
consider yourself
legend

all is fair
in a
mirror
you watch the days
come and go..

all you want is
fair
as you
stare
your glance
where
a jaguar in her
lair
looks to
fare
(a beauty
incomparable)
there, a straying
faun
(drips  saliva)
comes closer
dainty but durable
an act played
by mother nature
old as the time
and cruel but
may die and born
again on the wings
of some prayer..

i)

war is the difference
between us-
that difference is
the same but differs
in name..

the horns on our heads
(a question of semantics?)-
the action in the
shadows-world known
a fiery crown..

i inquired of an ex
if war was a question of
***-
she replied, i don´t know
i did nt  know either..
war is music?

ii)

war is trade
is history
why should i
?
why should I
give you
anything?

war is cruelty to
animals
(they have the last
laugh)
love and myth
war is..

peaches and cream
walking away with
one foot in the
grave..
all be over by
christmas..
racism..

war has no ending
like this poem..