i

and others best
forgot-
but lily says
examining a blade of
grass-the memory is auto-
nomous..

and what comes back-
come´s back..
hey, we can shrug
ah,nothing to be done!
or into a poem
celebrate or exorcise..

ii

mass murderers die happily
with their boots on
some beg for forgivness
for nothing
the sun will rise
this blade of grass the same
laugh or cry..

iii

it takes more muscles
to frown than smile-
let us be lazy!
let us stay in bed!
(and say what the heck..!?)
let us read, walt..
let us live in the trees..
o lotus eaters..!
we will forget..(if we
can...)

o)

what is the best way to
be?
random or  biscuits and
tea
at four..

the news paper and cross-word
30
years before-

let us see..a girl called
lily..
stranger..

i)

(8 letters-camus-the
definitive article-
first letter s..)

ii)

when i was young
she says
i never wanted much

but a cold beer
a plate of beans
an interesting conversation..

a sunset and some
music..some ****, perhaps
a good book..

iii)

(we are in the garden..)
now i am old-
and pretty much the same..

accept for the ****
which makes me bats
and the alcohol, of course

iv)

poetry has become one
we live with cats..
what i just said or

did..is any-ones guess..
harder to chew
harder to dress..

v)

but when i was young
we bet cognac
a shot was 25 drachma

we lived by the sea
in bamboo constructions
people called with

little presents-
i got this..?!
o..

vi)

or if it was the winter
we lived with the land-
lord

o lord!
what a palaver!
some stories told..

my dream this morning
was i was a waiter
trying to serve a high-ranking
**** but i could not find a cold beer..

i will take up stealing
here at least there is honour
and some humour
better, then being a effing poet..

every line is a matter
of what is not there-
when your mouse sticks
and coin imprints itself
upon your elbow and you
can´t type for doo-doo..

i woke with a poem
in my head and the line
take the colour blue or
eg..was what was missing-
and the universe featured
but more than that
a case of not here..