i

life can be a dissapointment,
but don´t bother your head,
worry is a waste of wit,
and they are in short

supply..if it don´t
scan-then think about
time..soon be dead..
that sort of thing..

have a bath with a
friend,
life is so short,
and that is no secret!

ii

good sentiment-
lily
shall i let

my heart
speak freely
or supress

mad desire
no
this fire

burns
from you
no return

to sender
or..
o

iii

your turn!
we have been in this water
so long

we look to the land
we will grow a spine!
and now

fast food
we were so hopeful
our dream gone..

iv

ok..
laughing gas
look legs..!?

somekind of
purpose
a vision

write this
down
hamburger

yummy
bungs and
lungs

over here!
sand like stars
shiny oh..

life can be dissapointing..
i thought there would be more..
(expectation a ****
of a cracked bell or-

ugh!
what!
you know,
i sat on the plug)-chance

or fate..this numerical sequence,
running along and down your spine,
ending in infinity-what is it..?
spine, i love..

the secret of the universe?!
(yes,it can be starless..)
did it hurt?
does it hurt
no,spine..
sensuous and intelligent
hard to believe we begun
as fish
who fancied a change..
no,choice
but is..

ii

we must be brave
fatalism is ok on paper
or the death of technology

we will go
by our feelings..
(see poe..)

i

poems for the bath
what is that book?
don´t wet it-
i don´t know-
i only read a line from
the blank page and it was
an anecdote as told by a psychiatrist
about one patient that had penchant
for nitrous oxide (or laughing gas) and
when he was in the depths of a recurring vision,
he understood the secret of the universe! but
on awakening could remember nothing..
this tantalizing scenario repeated until he
managed to write down his revelation and when he
came too, he rushed excitedly or excitedly rushed to see,
that which he had written-the secret of the universe!?-
he read,the smell of petroleum permeates through-out..

ii

bit of a let down but is that a lesson..?
(poe,hides a smirk and licks his bits..)
next time..

but not so much
the pit and the pendulum
(i can get slow torture
any old time..)

poe, we have a guest-
he does n´t like people
(i wonder who does)
he sees all-!

he sees the dark and light
but cares for neither
dull are opels bright
in his eye-fevers

like the star and half moon..
what is it you want?
to write and be a poet-
and you-a musician..