i write my poem
(although not my own-
the internet is sharing-
though we may like it
or not-
be it body parts
or lonely hearts
-the biggest library
the world has ever seen!..)

i write my poem
(so many seeds sown
has it all gone
from the icing  to
the hot-hot- a perfect
start to all this yucky
ness-what has it
become..you tell me..

i write my poem
and i don´t know
how or why
it is a tomb
it makes me low
it makes me melan-
cholic
it makes me
cry
sometimes it
makes me go
o
sometimes i
know
though what possible
use-who said all art
is useless-it is
a boil upon the ******-dum-di-
dum-it kills time
i suppose and it makes
me think but ideas will
certainly be the death
of us and a ******* good
job too..but meanwhile..

one look to the stars
and mans destiny is
beyond words-

lily is a bird
messenger of the gods
a wish wished..

she steels her magnificent
plumage
and stretches-

luxury
is a fine
way to be

if you know
how
the heart

to the skies
all the price
and showed..

ok,
not a riveting
beginning
might be worse-

an end
a effing middle
glorious affirmation!
or curse

an Americanism?
or Hindu-fish-
like-
i steer clear

last word
did you enjoy
it was ok
o..

i)

being corrupt has
it´s moments
all is lies cheating
hypocrisy-

and ha-ha but-
lily chews her
way through a
sunday morning

space cookie-
here she pauses
to clean her gum
and ****

her finger-without
the dissolute  there would be
no good
we can not have god

without the devil
without doubt
no faith
no hate-no love..

ii

life or death,
the world belonged
to itself
the bugs and-

(i preferred her
silent)
-a dream as yet
undreamt..

iii

creation a single note
maybe A flat-i mean,
have you walked down
the high street

lately..?!

iv

paradise to the fast food
slice
clear water to plastic

poison from the very skies-
(no wonder we are sick)
fries

fall deafening
man cries-
why..

some remain blocked
for years
they try everything
(fear lies at the very
rooty-toot..)
nothing to loose
-it has all been left behind
doubt ***** like starving
succubi-money,
but they have
achieved..

some push on through
mediocre and even las vegas
dessert islands
and a couch-
zen to love even..
but the relieved-

death on the horizon
was it all a dream?
within the green
room
the great line
reaches out beseeching..