Bio Mass

Bio Mass

Bio Mass.

I have had an intimate connection with effluence or

to use the more proper word, shit of the animal kind

I could by the aroma alone know which animal had

passed the track. Most animal dung smell is sweet

except dogs they have lived so long amongst us they

even crap likes us, but dogs love their own excrement

so much they even eat it. Horses` evacuations are like

rare wine and you promise yourself to buy a horse

when you can buy a bigger garden or vines that

 have been fertilised by foals’ morning pee. Having had

your hands  in the muck nothing  can offend you.

  

birthday

birthday Birthday

A day of sadness and wasted years a poet who

has to pay to be published how pathetic  is that?

We, my companion and I found a restaurant and

for lunch she ate something  African.

I had  a schnitzel  that looked as the white meat of

a rat that had taken the pledge lost my appetite.

Instead I had a double portion of fresh cut salad

followed by a tomato salad with a bit of mozzarella.

I lifted my glass of water saw the eatery  through

tears not shed, the few friends I had in Algarve

have all gone they could not stop in time.

The conversations, wit and bottles of red wine  

 kept flowing, it had to stop so I took the bus home.

Now it is only my beloved and I left and every year

I love her more. At night with a heart full of dread

I snuggle up to her, she strokes my somnolent head

until I fall asleep again and sadness drifts away.

condoms in the pond

Algarve Mon amour

Algarve Mon amour

Algarve Mon Amour

When I first came to Algarve after having spent

years alone in my cabin, a seafaring monk who had

left youthful indiscretion behind him and now

read books of serious nature; decided to become

a more sociable man and soon I had many mostly

English friends, a laughing jolly lot.

But something was wrong they had no money and

I found myself paying for a glass of wine here and

a beer there and all those small loans that never

were repaid. The women, old slags from the seventies

went to bed with anyone for a dinner and a bottle

of wine ending in her bed home for a fuck she pretended

was lovely while I was in the bathroom cleaning my

 flogged penis with
scouring soda.

Away from these life losers, I fled to my hidden dale

where I found contented peace and a woman`s love. 

Alfred a father I created

Random intifada

Random intifada

 Random  Intifada

the enemy can be anyone walking

the streets. The Israelis are nervous

power alone cannot stop this there is

two Israel one for the European elite

and one for the poorer class who feel

betrayed by their leaders and fanatical

settlers, low wages hovering just about

poverty, alas we do not hear from them

and their isolation in a sea of hatred

and they have nowhere to go should hell

break lose other trying to be friends or

find an adaptation with the Palestinians. 

now let us try this again

Now let us try this again writing a document

With one letter marching nicely in front of the other

Like adding instead of using numbers to give the written

words prettiness, even if the theme is about unnatural sex.

The fact is the diesel smell at the bus terminal

Six o`clock in the morning when the cleaning lady start her

low paid work, has nothing to do with anything, had they

bothered going to university they could sit in fine offices

and gone to the hairdresser at nine a woman who can just

read and write luckily for the ladies she skipped school.

The driver of the bus enters he farts loudly and that is ok

But I could have showed some respect. It is odd to think

if all women had higher education looked up to the blue

sky who should make my dinner?