s of onyx-
if you want to share
what is

mine-say i have
5 beans and you have
none-

no,i have none
and you have 5..
what is to be done..?

taxation?
where-by you contribute
a bean..

we put that into a kitty
to pay for street lighting
hospitals

some kind of relief
where-by people are not
starving..and on..

why..?

ii

civilizations come and
go and this one is
going..

and the reason is-?
it is effing done..
back to the fish..

the doorbell
to hell-
in inspiration´s dell-

did you know lily
the sole of the foot
corresponds to each

major *****?
and plenty in-between..
lost in a dream she says-

ii

there is so much we
don´t know
or understand

in the amazon is a cure
for everything
and what is in our

minds-don´t say
heaven and hell-
hells doorbell..!

iii

but we have to sell
have to-
to have or to have

not-that is the crux
that is what divides
us..

i notice she
has smoke and
the space..

with out a trace
and heat..
through slit..

i)


scrub my soul
she says waving a
proffered foot-

in the heat
eyeing one through
onyx slits-

and tell a story
of youth
infinite..

(poe sits by her shoulder
eyeing one..
in egypt)-

ii

in egypt
i would breakfast
by the nile..

i smoked strong hash..
-and in the night
the call to the faithful

for prayer..
i was very ill..
i had  hepatitis..

the waiters dressed in fine
style..!
like a dream

the little dhows
went hither and thither
o the greens

the blue and brown..!?
the crisp croissant-
i was young..

i

people can be cruel-
well,i did n´t care but
these morons could n´t

pull their socks on..
they said the same things
every time..

i tried to divert  them
but in the end
stayed quiet and

drank my wine..
after about an hour
they said,you don´t

say much do-do you
no,i was dreaming of nirvarna
hope and beauty..

heaven and hell
just recurring  themes
crime and punishment

the futility of it
all..
back is underated..

ii

..and then lily
stagger the long road
to the beach

and lay my head
in among the bugs
and distant song..

i was a dissapointment
not so much to myself
but to the human race

they would say-
speaking as an outsider
what do you(me) think

of the human race?
i had no answer..
inwardly,

i berated their lack
of originality
pass the soap lily..

ii

what did i think
(i thought i could
die for a drink..)

i thought of hope
and beauty-
that sort of thing..