you got to sell it man?!
no good raving
no good  reason

no good talent-
means nowt-
you got

to be liked
that is why!
look at vinny-?!

no good dying
yes,it is
sometimes..

then the world
can sigh and
wring it´s hands

and make some
serious dosh!-
you slice an ear..

poetry is a case of
or mix of
how i dislike that
word

a mix of short term
and spontaneous
(and spelling)

ancient
and before that
no telling

maybe
feeling
for some

humour
or a ******-
tragedy..

for others
*****
or lover

what we want
us stamped
sister/brother..

i wish for a raspberry bush
a kind of a dream touch
amid the green and red
the futures soft tread
equally shared..

in the insidious hush
you took my hand
and said enough-
long time dead..

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..