two minute poem
not expected to a
amount to much
but full may hap
lacking in stature..
to change universes
one and maybe two
lines..just the sentiment
of a few words set
in steel and verse..


well **** that was it!
two minutes
that have past like
my life....

(joy incarnate
literally he meant
from carna meaning meat
a musical feast..!)

he danced a  dawn sweat
with acid and an e head
the buses and bikes
forgot the when and why...

the choking waffles
his mothers voice
and and and
soon to try..

soon...and wait..
the silvery sway
held among the
wither dread..read

and red and said
am i not fortune
am i not bled
this instant..

am i not blessed
i am part
am i not some
weeping hapless
wound..


part and parcel
string and wax
am i not belief
am i not gods

love..
his love of us
do i not leaf
and tree
am i not free..

do i got
do i some
do all
when and why..

They spy on me
and yet call me a spy..
lily has her head set-
why..knowledge it
is power..she give´s
a small rat like smile..
first, i become famous
and then write  poems..

Dressed in delicate sin
and cool sweet sweat
she cavorts before open
breeze and muses love
and world *******..
happy and a naked sun..
baubles and blind pearl
the swallows watching
their blister fly above..
she laughs and cries
the bright night unfurl
and the sun down..

when  then summoned to court
to explain some line you writ/wrote
on pain of death or far worse..

would you exhort the moon´s long
travail
(thro' the bars of your heart..to)

curse the rising sun with hopeless
and bitter song..or
see her as just as beautiful

in voice like angel
her love last star
the close well worth

bless the dew
the sweet sparrow
the blue earth

place your pretty
hat
smile
and venture a poet..