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had their first lesson
free-
two little boys in bandannas
would be bon jovi..

a guy with a smart guitar
had half-rhythm-
never heard of before..

a beautiful lesbian
drove a beetle car
would rather walk her

dogs than practise..
and so forth..
i learned patience..

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and that is the
finest thing in the world!
(i don´t know if

it´s finer than music
but then what is?
answers on a post card..)

my mother said:
you should learn the guitar
you will be popular-!

so i went to mr s. on a
thursday night
learned guiliani and sor..

he had just retired after
forty years on the rail-road
so a patient man..

his ailing mother would bang
on the ceiling and
he would be off for a smoke

his nerves a clang..
i left on my own
confronted by carulli

examined their home
i had not seen anything
so beautiful

i thought it was all
so
so old

generations of love
and pride
it was so peaceful..

i hated to make a noise
he would return with
a smile-

and ask how is it going?
and i said ok-i thought
someday maybe

i will teach and i did
a little bit
my pupils..

when young i talked
to anyone who might
come along as mad
as i or straight
i did not ask why
and tried not to be
afeared for some howled
and laughed
and talked of hell
as if it was normal-
(i thought this way i
might learn something..)
and some talked of normal
like heaven and they left
me wondering-some did not
like me and some loved me but
i always listened and mostly said
nothing-so after a while they would
go..

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the voice will tell
and the heart will wonder
the given glory of now

now, i like animals more
for in the words of hunter
they don´t hire lawyers..

live for today-
lifting an arm and
rainbow displayed
like so many displaced
universe-shall i read something?

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one of mine?

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i met my love
at the local bop
followed him to
the rest rooms

he was hot-
i looked down
he looked up
i asked what

star sign-
he said purple..
i said angel or
devil-

he said that
would be telling..
i asked him for

a match-
(he said brad pit
***..)
or why don´t we
wander  

this lonely existance
together
we are each other
anys hows

in a glance..
in a silence that
now and forever
so we had a bath..

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so that is natural
in the jungle-
one ´s beans are one´s
own..

and woe to anyone
who doth encroach..(poe)
(o lily we are nearly
poached..)

she sighs and says
and what for civilization
then..a plastic duck?
information?

nomadic man effed or
fought and then
he constructed a fence
planted a bean and said

mine..

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that´s all fine
but what of a hot bath
peace and tranquillity-

all history is gossipp
any way
live for today..