writing is such a
lonely affair and that
is why for the most part
i enjoy

to post it on the net-
a morning of creeping
out the door
the sun rising

upon a sleeping
ankle and the words
that resonate
and their where-withal-

we are all alone
look to the skies!
look up your ***
nothing and no-one..

i)

a hotel on mayfair?
better off in prison-
all property is theft-
you owe me one..

thousand..two..hundred..
kiss my ***,tarrega-
i don´t have it..
done for..

(will all the world´s wealth
end in one hand
or will it have ended
long before (then)..)

if i were to save your life
do you owe me
or am i responsible
for the rest of it..

***,says lily-
collect two hundred pounds for
passing go or
go directly to jail..

beyond love or
words-
the throw of the
die-in the lap of the gods..

we play monopoly-
mono meaning alone-
one for the money..
(come on..!!!)

is there, asks lily,
a more tedious time-
she is the tree
in prison

her spirit free
her only crime-
property
a sin..

double three??!
shake off the yoke of oppression!
hotel on mayfair..
everybody belongs

to everybody
(brave new world..)
you owe me..
you owe me..

we are like battleships-
i  a sub-H1-H2
(we play for kisses)
shock blew

me socks off!
and the lights gone
there are muffled cries-
ah called love..!

you´re my favourite
kind of thief
though profits soar
majestic heights
through war and an
effed climate-
it is only business..