a long weekend
green grass
ice cold beer
a man who plays every song from the musical hair
on the piano
a hammer
brass nails
a soft pillow
smoking
i love watching you smoke cigarettes
you look so tall and mean you
mean what you say you
concentrate on nothing
but white light you
look like you could
kill someone in an instant you
are so fine-tuned so
focused i could
break
lost
every once in a while
i get lost
in the dark woods
feel
i can't find my way back
but some strange birds
seem to lift me
from the quagmire
to the surge again
and then slowly to desire and
when i look back
i am thankful for
the contrasts
microcosms
nothing fascinates me more
than little worlds within worlds
sometimes i think i've come from another world
populated
by munchkins
the fridge
it is a good thing
to have a full fridge
it is a kind of tea-leaf reading
waiting to happen
o i think food
says a lot about a person
like
when you are in the check-out line
and the single lady has
17 slim yogurts
and an apple
and the bachelor
you can spot
from a mile away
with his steak and instant
coffee
and the mother of three
who needs two trolleys
and me
buying strawberries, flowers,
and champagne
just praying
for a reconcilliation
smiling
people look at you funny
when you smile too much
they seem to get
really disturbed by it
unless
you meet another smiler
and then you know
that they know
that you know
and everything is at peace
for a super split second
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