tanka too

Tanka

If there are no bees

There will be no pollination

Bees are plants sex toy

Dipterous are not up to the job

A bee is your survival

Tanka

We created god

And gave him too much power

Mental tyranny

Lucifer wanted power too

Was expelled and made hell

Hemingway and a Dream

Hemingway and I.

I do not want re invent myself rather I would like to go back

to what I used to be before domestic demands took my time,

and dreams became like hole-in-one at a golf course.

 I had to work to support a family of four and wearing a suit,

stole some time from family demands sitting in my garage

looking at my car...should I escape this domestic bliss?

Once my mates and I climbed trees I sat on an oak branch

told them when I grow up I will be a writer. Now that I´m old

I have my chance, but so much innocence has run into silt

I will never be a Hemingway of letters. 

the sober mistress

The Sober Mistress

She broke up with me I left and slammed the door,

played pool in a bar and drank cold beer.

Closing time I walked back to her house knocked and

she let me in; had a bottle wine, I drank it all.

Somehow she dragged me into her car, I can´t remember,

she dumped me on the lawn outside my own house.

Woke up and it was dawn and bloody birdsong.

Indoors, a shower and black coffee, I rang her and asked

why she had dumped me, after all we had a terrific sex life.  

Yes, but after sex there was nothing more, all you wanted

was to fuck me and when we did we were both drunk;

and the people in AA tell me I have to avoid exploiting men

like you if I´m going to stay sober.

Economic Grows Theory  

A forest is beautiful to look at, it also has animals jumping

about not being productive for our common good.

So we chop down the trees and make timber, never mind

the animals they are dangerous anyway; who wants to risk

being attacked by a puma. On the cleared space we can build

 houses made of the former forest´s timber, this will give

employment for many and that is good for mankind.