i

without trust
nothing will grow
including love
and an avocado..

ii

an old friend
of mine
said
trust no-one..


iii

if ye can´t trust
yo mamma
life will be a ******
word..

iv

none trusted me
and consequently
i trusted no-one-
***..

i

certain times of day
i do the same things
my old lady says
i am a creature of

habit-silly rabbit,
she also says
and ******-what
ever that means..

mad
as
a
boiled owl..

(expression from a
new found land)
love is cruel
never mind..


ii

but i do rise at
8 30
and read till
9 30
breakfast at
10..

and play my scales
till
half past
then wash up

and then go down the
supermarket
return and
cook

at 12 30 i play an
hour-
giuliani is hot
on the books..!

lunch at
1 30
today is spaghetti
and chilled

gazpacho
watch a movie
and doze
read..

at 4
sweep the floor
water the jazz
pet the cats..

certain times of day
are more auspicious
sisters/brothers-

to be the natural man
inside
ebb and flow  

the tides
-the sun
-the moon

and the stars
mapped our way
our destiny recognised..

certain times of the day,
say i am older,
time no longer plays,
a care free aire-

some times a dirge,say,
twenty past the hour,
stinted and grey,
sweet yet sour..

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..