a grave

no speech
for today's flowers bring the worm out of its showers
soft to the lip a second chance
a worm
does inherit
better genes from factory apes
from Kafka, Woolf and yeats
orderly oats in my bowl swimming the backstroke
her life is a sound
a multitude of notes
to what she's not saying
there are folk songs and footnotes
to her stare


woke
cave etchings make more sense
cavemen would
would

make more sense within a text
I felt my spiritless

grotto
bare

simple things that she conveyed
hit the artist
now too late
the spanner
the escalator elevates my love
i, out a window in a car
while down the street
found i love you
a messenger
so wipe your feet
or hands you dirty man
its obsolete

i went outside a further note whilst in my sleep.........
madnee*








i felt a screech
out my apartment
a past life
death
cockroach in my glove compartment
parked the car for a week
i still see!!!
light annihalates me*!!!




*the writer left his say undone that is...
incomplete
*see further remarks