the moment-
wetting my pants
or sat in a cold bath

while the birds laugh..
am i genghis khan?
or napolean?

today..
tomorrow..
-goes on..

i like to tell of
my life
no-one has to
listen
i rather they
did nt..
but
soon enough
i won´t remember
a **** thing
the future (if one
can call it)
brief and that will
leave only
the moment..

i have been writing on
hello poetry for some time
but still no idea of the meaning
of trending..
but

when we were young
we might say he or she
were trendy..
and that would mean they
set the fashion-eg

on the front of a magazine..
but i don´t ask questions
because by all the gods
and this and that-curiosity
will **** the cat and
no apology for the cliche..

sin does not lighten
as i age
it takes on different
aspect-

procrastination and
sticky sweet
it is the wages
of nothing..

i am getting too old to
sin
when she asks
where you been..?

i was feeding the
birds
or counting clouds
that sort of thing..

it´s getting harder to
sin
as i get older
unless you include:
bread and butter pudding..

i remember them
the builders and the
farmers..
in the sweat kitchen
(the value of a dollar)
they were poor and
they were lonely
the bank was closed..

there was experience!
in the mountains
in the olives
three generations
picking up the nets-
look ma! on top of the
world!
lol..

in the tomatoes
shelter from the spring
blast
plastic
dinner with the family-cool
generosity-children and goats
chickens..the wine..
farm house fair..

the builders-no,
i can´t go there but
here were things that money
just could nt buy-
i felt young
a special time
the sea and sky
lord..