my old girl looks after appartments
and one day she brung home your
biography

and i am getting toward the end
-an entertaining read-!
when suddenly

i am transported back-
guns and roses on the juke
the bridge over the nene

and you are waiting for me
to speak but shrugging and
giving up and walking away..

happy
are you happy
define your terms?

never mind-
in my mind
is neither afore

nor later..
i do no eat
and eat

i do not want
and want
i do not point the

finger..
i do not covet yours
with beady black eyes..

i do not cry
at the drop of a hat
i do not laugh

like a giraffe..
i have a bath
my nose is clean..

(as we say)
today is today
and dying can and

can´t..
like a cruise into
the obtuse..

power corrupts, happy
even or evening in
poetry-the urge to go on
and on-like the falling rain
or a moment for two spheres saying
hello-well you can imagine..

happy,says he can and
scoots across the carpet on
his ***-as an affirmative..

happy!?
when i was a little boy
i found i could play the guitar
automatically

the little girl next to me
was amazed and said she
would be my girlfriend..
but mixed reviews-the

gangsters threw me against
the wall and threatened me
to play and then they threatened
me to stop..

do not tell me time is linear
for i know it is circular
something in a minor
so i played under the stairs..

i would trust you
but i would end in a cavern
effed by the devil

there are times one
gets only one chance
so i was careful

to say yes might be
the end..happy..
innocence can be deceptive..

ii

a smile is just a co-
ordination of muscle
and teeth..

moments in every life
look to intent
the reality hussle..

no,i never got over the
expulsion of trotsky from
the cp..

but the first day on the beach
(a sparkly memory)
i woke and a large

praying mantis was on
my face-jeez..
in the morning sun

the morning wine..
when i was young
i was in that blue sea..