With these eyes
I have to lose
Everything
Finding matchboxes
Noticing a fault
And the ability to keep from falling
But getting up
To sighs

Love o love
Cheshire cat
May the talk be always of you
If not straight
Then in aliases
And may you always smile
On those that

night comes down
in the business districts
like murder in the alley
why suddenly
hyperbole

at play with the gods who should say this but

Soft toys, automotive toys, videogames, robotic toys, educational toys, cycles, sportswear, CDs, indoor games, fountain pens of dozens of varieties, novels, story books, dictionaries, encyclopedias, clocks and watches, telephone diaries, crystal articles, wall hangings, chocolates and several other items are there to tell the parents that their children have a choice to make.

oh my godot

A woman is nothing if not proud and that is the one most exasperating quality for a woman to have,
I don’t say this but suspect this might be true. A little of this I’ve doubtless intuited, seen around myself, but I love them all the same. So here’s the problem, the best thing about you is unlovable and the tritest and the most insipid thing that keeps us boring deep where love is at its shallowest, is missing the point. One way or the other what do we do?
And to think in the midst of all this we are like playing a card game, so the one move is in response to the other even if it is to pass the time. Now the question is you wanna play or not? Basically all the possible endings are question marks? Your move please

I’ll have my own brick road to
Journey to the emerald city
Oh it will be emerald for sure
Everywhere I go is green
And I’m green too
Under an enormous cloud of gloom
I’ll be riding a mule
Across a bare landscape
All green plains and plateau
The earth rolling in beds of moist red gravel
When it rains on the traveler
Who is rolling too



Not a sticky substance
And here you say chewing frees the gum
Searching a friend for life
And never made anxious by a chum

28 janwary marg

I found you behind the stairs
With a knife clasped in your hands
And I woke in the bedchamber with
blood on my chest.
Out there on the glum coast
The captain sailed home with his plump boats
He was taken goods, women and all
by pirates
How can I forget
It was there we met
In just such an age
Of fairytales
We’d sat on the gunwale
And knew that though all conditions were met
The time was not right.
Needless to say the seas have been wild
And we’ve traveled well