try again
you want to share what´s
mine..

how about,
if we share
what´s yourn..

we share our pain
some are good at coping
others not..

i

every time i write i wonder why, (examing
her arm pit
running through the mine pit
like a canary

momentarily ahead with the noxious
fumes gaining..)
if it were love
or money..

ii

god must have wondered too
(that would no doubt be
blasphmy in less enlightened times..
they would have tortured me)

but when he made me and you
the gift of creativity
remains-(and burnt me like
an old tree..)

iii

so,(see how far we have come)
so,we have freedom
(to be used responsibilly)
(neither love nor money)

and who is to say-what will
be..
just to say one thing! that may
be of passing interest to someone..

iv

that is the question
why bother-i distrust our
motive-it´s brevity
is too short

it´s length too long
just say what you mean
and let us leave it at that
beauty?

love and money
again..
inexstrictable pain
and monotony..

which is better than me,
or the same somehow
as you-i won´t say
me..

lily lilts away..
what gives me the right?
you won´t or don´t hear me?
i could give a ****..

i love poetry!
not some ego fight
i do it for the money
and a smile..

to bust up some
moment
slugger!
heil ******..

i thought you might read a
poem-i having nothin
new-given up hoping
i put out my heart

for the love of it but-
but devoured by thankless-
more or less they cried
say hard..

so. we have silence which
is much better
in the flickety-flower
i hear (god etc)...

i

good evening ladies
and one gentleman!-
(caw..)
be careful what we

wish for, it may come
true..when young i
thought to be a millionaire
by thirty-

(the details were sketchy..)
and then through tolstoy
and the ragged trousered philantropist
was more interest..

and to the desert and the
eternal blue skies
love to discovery
i see in your faces

ii

something of the same
or the wisdom of nothing or
the world, chico, and everything in
it..

and if should be-a  faustian
reality
or the best for our children
what then..

do we cry-break out the
rocket launcher or
a biscuit and a cup of tea
and say, i thought so..

iii

man above everything is durable..
and, of course ,what we want most
of all-
is belief..

and this may unite us
(as it might divide-)
and where or how do
we aquire such?

argus..
temple or church
your eyes and heart
an atom in a trillion parts..

and if we knew
our reason
our existance
what then..

iv

if alien were to land and
explain everything-life and
death..
what then..

can´t put the ketchup
back in the bottle..
once pandora´s box is open
when we said don´t know..

v

be careful for what we
wish-fame-
most illogical
most regretable-

you don´t own me-
cored..
rejoice in the unknown
the nameless..

i thought it would be
something else
freedom but more like
a prison or platitude

or an endless donkey
no tail
a cliche..
you don´t know me..

vi

lily is begining to
babble
but ending on high-
when buk said don´t try

he was not whistling dixie--
hey thank you for having me
and may the bird in your hear
never want..t