chickpeas

I am counting the chickpeas,
I hear a snatch of bird song.
Lip set sullenly,
I am lying to myself :
" I would, I would do everything needed, anything required of me"
The enemy is within,
is behind my front lines
and is destroying post offices, railway bridges, airstrips, command centres.
Yes, you can run, but you just can´t hide.

twenty

- do you have twenty cents for him ?
- no sorry
- i have forty, but he must get sixty
- i´ll ask one of the guys

purchasing, owning, saving,
yes
purchasing, owning, saving

stubborn and not wise

there is a small boy,
somewhat angular and really quite shy,
beneath
within
inside
the man who tries to be an hombre,
a real one, a beacon,
to say he has learnt from the road travelled
but
seven into fifty-two
goes seven
with three left over

sixes and nines

6 drums
9 tomtoms
sweet sweet snares
three two one
two da-dee-dah dooh-wop
NOW !

one 4 2009

dipping the feet in
striking the colors
striking the nines
picking up the slack
so far

which sails ?

which seas are you sailing ?
which optical ?
which topic, which point x , which sugar, how much salt ?
when does the returner return,
when does the cash hit the button , the lobby,
when does the bear sleep ?
when the crumbs stick to the tabletop
and the veiled intricacies don´t fascinate despite their relevance

old invoice

What are you going to do with it all when I die
When I die
When my English heart gives up the beat
When the reflexes stop
When my shop´s closed up for good
What are you going to do with it all,
With some 9 billion bit players
And a couple of thousand speaking parts ?
I guess
it´ll be crumpled together
and discarded
like an invoice that was paid some time back.