girona fruits

16 and I´m yelling for a pencil
unlikely events string together
the world clogging up
the teeming starving millions and billions
girona is written into my language
informs every breath
like every other idiot
I seek refuge in the particular
which, my dear,
is no way to find closure

ten pins falling

10 pins falling
pressure rising
screaming for that number
better just
screaming !
pins

"had enough"

a lovely track on lulu.com, which I can´t recommend too highly : "had enough" is the title and it is excellent.
more sudokettes soon...

counting beads

counting some three thousand beads
bits of meat
little corny universes
the record reads stupidity and stubbornness
reiterated
and a rhythmic swell calls hope

7 or 8

seven or eight came muscling in
and so it´s over
smashed about, I´m now in the general
today I walked the corridor with my crutches
praise be to mamma god !
the body is picking its way carefully through the pain and the fractures
praise be to mamma !

308

they´re rolling by
2 by 2
4 x 4
and some centipedes
and some centurions
NOAH DOCKS IN NOVA IORQUE
but my head is creaking
and the creepy-crawlies rustling and bustling in my cranium
my few little explosions go
phut-phut-phut
at low levels of
meaning

ten

Rolling out the lines to the past ocean
Signal comes back
No heroic and no beautiful acts
Just mistakes and weakness
Dusted over with icing sugar
Roll in the cables boys
Let´s smoke a cigarette and gaze out onto the sea
And if you´ve been a bad boy
What then ?
And if you are a bad boy
What now ?