astride the plastic truths
rain falling like silver hoops
shop stolen vermouth
drizzling in a patter

pooling reflections
the dazzle blaze of
your eyes
"what's the matter"

seconds curling
within the steel
casing
curtians soothing
sway
drone keep television
bray

whisper to a sigh
the stagnant
heap of order
waits
like a wolf

peach tranquility
luminous on the
extended thigh

cezanne eyes and widths
butterscotch eyes
tendrils of cheap rain
falling from the old peel
bending sound of traffic
the fast hot wheels

groceries dead in a fridge
and a monotone fly
circling through the flak
of steamy humid air

there is fire in the glass
and sultry hisses in
little s's
Jim Beams and
strong gum
glistening pink
on the old bible
like the fifties
(book of issiah)

My son has given up his job:
he survived for almost a year
but finished up stressed-out.

He worked fourteen hours a day
for 1,500 euros a month.
He is a land surveyor;
he studied for five years
to get his degree.
That was his first job
and he is disillusioned.

One night they kept him in the office till 5 a.m.
then he had to go to work again at 8 a.m.
and measure accurately all day.

If he made a mistake
the company would lose money
and he would be responsible.

This is always on one’s mind....
where to consolation find

.'''Where to go with you today
Your house or mine just fine....''anon...'''

as long as we both entwine
that is the ultimate desire divine
to swim in ravines
and let rivers flow from mine
to and within
ere the summer ends
and
we forget the golden mine
where then together we ought to dine
reverberating thoughts of the ultimate design