silence is of course
a lost horse-
what with the noise
aeroplanes

and cars and power-
tools and telephones
and all the rest..
more is truly less..

silence is of course
the best-
(here,we say it always
wins)

it does not really have
a sound
though it is said sometimes
to deafen

is there really such a
thing
in the desert or
in space

in my heart
there is always  some
trace
or perhaps an echo..

no need for artists
any more
(they were a pain
any how..)

1234-i want a
nimber
something to rely
on..

bow
to the inevitable
love is dull
here´s to how..

-there is enough space
enough rope
many ways
love and hope

there are enough days
isotope-
nice word
now, legalized dope

in germany!
course,
there will be teething problems-

how to say that?!
i remember down the reeper bahn
you could walk into a bar
and buy a spliff-

so what´s the difference
i don´t know
have a dance man..
forget about it..

i

when the performance dies,
and there is no aplause,
what then?

perhaps, we point to ourselves,
(just once)
and say,****,

it´s us!
stop the train
i want to get off..

ii

who wants to pay, lily,
(not me)
we all want free-

the difference between
avoiding and evasion
and stealing..

is a hair on your ***
sometimes..
nice eastertime?

iii

yes,it rained
so i played mandolin
(or tried)

watched old movies
and argued
so on..

i

i have been making
pots of soup for forty years
now (and still not bored)

they are like writing
(each differs)
poetry-every word..

time is ticking
salt like tears
and the pepper o lord..

ii

all the signs in-
and questioned ear
a bubbling sword

o the wine!
vegetables to fear
green and red..

iii

primeordial
dragons
loup-the-loup..

the sun whirls..
reflections
in my soup..

iv

it did become a trifle
formulaic
(to tell the truth)

but with a spliff
and a song to sing
time renews..

v

order can not be ignored
(you just can not begin
at the end..)

acceptance and love
(and try not to cut
your finger off..)

vi

and then they will ask-
what it is
and you won´t know and

they will say
what is in it
and you can´t recall..

(they may seem ungratful)
but it is substantial
bellies full..

vii

more the merrier
(some one gets your plaster..)
soup is never dull..

o under the stars
gets better
long ago then..

i)

nothing beats kindness
one for gravy stones
all alone


lily smiles,
i thought i might go
through the vowels

but hunger and without
got me..
sometimes

i imagine a world without
hunger
(and what food has become)

ii

once only the rich were fat
a hobby or passion
we eat gold

and try to thin..
the price of an onion
tears are sold

the price a cocked
hat
nothing remains

instead of roundabouts
we might eat
but not

(they might go round
twice
etc..)

and the numbers climb
i heard talk of
trillionaires

they said nothing
remains
what price

a bowl of soup?
i can make one
for one euro..