chick peas III

nothing
nothing, nothing
only counting
and hoping to come on through
counting and forgetting where i am
who i was
where it happened
whom
why ?
when ?
and will they ?
will they ?
will they ??

and
will I ?

chick peas on monday

i am counting the chickpeas.
that is allowed
it is permitted to sit on the dusty ground with the wicker basket in front of you and
to count the chick peas

what is forbidden
is the businessman´s laziness

are we squeezing the last drops from the orange
or laying new foundations ?
heaven or hell ?
i am lost in the stream of unconsciousness

naturally many million others too
but that doesn´t help me !

talk

you talk
i listen, you talk
i stutter
you look at me
i look away
i know
i know full well
i´m doing it wrong
i am a prisoner of right and wrong