i

dahab now, there was
little town
with  big heart

carpeted and corral
a breezy crown
laughing hearts

nice tea
hashish and
camels

it is simple
and relaxed..
dry..

ii

i settled in
with the bedouin
little goats

traipsed-by
golly, the sea
was blue

nearly died..
i can´t recall
me

but i guess
it is still as
beautiful

today, i am 63
not very old
(but still me..)
as it was said
along the way-
you´ll never make it!
(when i was a child
i wondered what
it was..)and now i
wonder still..
love or purpose,
a reason to be..

(i have always liked you
because i never
knew you
or known you
or know you..)

i haver spent the summer
reading Maugham
he knows people!?
the narrow corner-

the painted veil-
tales of death and betrayal..
some dark hilarity
brilliant character portrayal..

also,the moon and sixpence,
-the story of Gauguin
the south sea islands
a frolicking faun

and the tragedy that is
human
in his tireless endurable
style..

i like Somerset-Maugham
he is dry fun
his short stories
another time.-.

are we clever
(humans i mean)
will we endure-
this civilization

are we too clever-
a well dream
too a nightmare
techno thing

in a short time..
the end of tether
a prosthetic  limb
ever and ever..

amen..?

am i  clever
-each has their own
-can i fix an engine
mend a broken bone

am i bitter
it is home-grown
who win
a cured stone?

what is twitter
all is known
fat and thin
don´t grow old

children..

take time to make time
time to make time take
to time time take make
make to take time time
time time time time

time-repeated as a
child
hung from a
mountain
wild sea..

somewhere in the
lonely middle
the eternal
doldrums
within earshot
of fall
a pack horse
to the stars..