i met a man of the circus
you could here it
his fathers-
clowns and light-


magic and applause..
he said won´t you play-
his handle-bars!?
(am i a charity..)

listen-la´s-give it away
for love or if you have to eat
and god bless the fray..
once, i knew an honest

man..say,

ii

lily,you would think,
strange, had lost it´s
currency

in this day and age..
-language is meaningless
soon,we will just babble..

on screens
scream and howl
like camera caged

owls-our feathers
terminally ruffled
of  outrage..

iii

(sounds familliar..)
it is not the one´s
with purple hair

but  hearts pierced
with nothing
to look out for-

they care for nada
(not even money)
and certainy not

for the stars
they really don´t want it
or just a reasonable part..

i


is it easier to hate
than love she enquires
with a sultry tongue out..

sounds like is it easier to
hate-then love
with a very thin piece

of paper attatched to her
licking apparatuce..
something about a lettuce?

no..is it easier to love
than hate..?no,is it
easier to hate than love..

ii

i once had a banjo
i worked three weeks
weeding a field..

i digress..love and hate, lily?
a hoary old chessnut..
she pops her tongue back

in..can,indeed there be one
with-out the other?
do you hate me sometimes?

indubitably..it soon
dissipates like mists
over the seas..

it´s brievity quite
and quietly
hope  you don´t notice..
sometimes,i hate you..

iii

do you think poe
feels the same
i don´t know if

they are capable of
such complexities
that is rather patronising

what about your banjo
i put it in a pawn shop
when i was hungry o..