i
after being sober for
nigh on forty year-let me say,
to wake of a morn and feel
not a bottle of *****-still,
a pleasure..
ii
i peruse the word or
pick some bagatella..
consider the philisophical
with a gentle breeze-
o time is real..!
iii
then, consume eggs and
do not puke..
inside my cranium not
a nuclear bomb-
half a life..
iv
time ago..
shaking like a leaf
where did the time go?
i don´t know..
some thief..without
v
prints-a few lines!
(and less a few ivories)
but still here,
listen,no-one is more surp-
rised..