some cry from the heart
some not-cause,
to have a false god

because, a raspberry
bush is
never enough

because, sweetest
dish-
your love..

i

the value of being alive
has a rather nice ring..
considered and blithe!
-a japonese thing-

the word is, ikigai..!?
-not easily, however,
dropped into casual
conversation-(*** says lily..)

ii

though my first thought
was along financial
lines-i admit..

then i moved swiftly
on to death
but settled with the birds..

i

writing is such a
gas
all the things i
never knew
the past

is turned over
and you can have your
say-
that is true
what you were..

and what they
were-
will is was
will be
what a laugh!

it was-
if drunk enough
or high enough
and everybody
was-
it was ok..

ii)

writing is such a
laugh
sometimes a snigger

an acid bath
a cold trigger
a chortle

a hurdle
the swallows to their
homes fly..

or a smile
economic
and wild..

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..