i

sometimes it is hard to do
the right thing
(everything is wrong)-

too much-not enough
hate and love
who cares

sins of inclussion
and omission
almost the same

purity
obscurity
obtuse

specific-
say what you mean
mean what you say-

silent why
too quiet
too loud

shrinking violet
too proud
prone

get up
hate or love
too fat

too thin
we like you
we don´t like you

do this
no,do this
no-do that

not that..
god!
devil!

mad!
too good
too bad..


ii

yes,she says, i lived
by denial-like
beauty

when i was young
i would breakfast by
the nile

it was beautiful
i was very ill-
hepititis

yellow as their beautiful
lemons
amid the greens

felucaas and croissant
i smoked strong hash
and stayed awake

through the night
the athan,so beautiful
i would not sleep..

rises the sun!
lily sits on the edge
wiping dreams
away like crumbs of
the thing-

did i dream?
she likes her early
morning-she says i feel
like happy and
creation..

she thinks of a time
a slice of cake
when she was sad
with out a plate..
with out a home..

no icing
no filling
no where to go..
nothing to do
nothing..

ii

i thought my time
was up-
you know that feeling..

the eye burned
like a betrayed love
a lost mind..