If you find
On a cave's
It might be
The love of
Of the long
(Painting by Caravaggio)
Cupid is dirty cupid is dead, eaten by
the syphilis he smeared on his arrows.
Lustful whore masters, dancing with
death, each ejaculation and orgasmic
scream is the beginning of the biggest
evacuation. Copulation and death, then
Saddle backed skinny horses look as they are
pondering a philosophical question, pulling carts full of smiling
children with Gipsy blond hair, which darkens as they grow up. When
adults they will stop smiling to strangers having learned that the
world at large is not to be rusted.
They have stopped for a few days to rest in
a field near my home, sleep under dirty canvas and plastic sheets,
this is a group of Gipsies who are not willing to give up their
nomadic life. Modest existence but they'll continue to make leisurely
progress through a new days long after we have gone
To Squirrels Everywhere
Grey squirrels have taken over the woods near
our village, posh people call it a forest red squirrels had to leave
in a hurry leaving their larder behind, now they live behind walls
in kind people's garden existing on handouts. The grey squirrel
believes in Freedom, the freedom to expand, invades and occupy any
ones forest to protect their supply of nuts.
The chief grey squirrel, the one with the bushiest
tail, talks about democracy and peace and says that if every one
spoke the same language had the same god and ate the same type of
nuts there would be no war, but it has to be his way because he
is a freedom lover has an army of unskilled nut pickers who can
be turned into warriors by promise them full citizenship.
The Grand People
He is a bishop in the Anglican Church, pompous
and very grand yet he's only the chief fairy tale teller who doesn't
even believe in the stories he tells. His brother is a consultant
wears striped suits and dislike being called dr. He's like his brother
cynical, yet think he's grand when he really is a man who makes
a living looking into peoples bum pronouncing his opinion not much
different from what an ordinary doctor would have done. The only
faith these two men have is greed and social ranking, laugh in their
face and you'll see a murderous rage that will not be soothed until
you're destroyed, but they can only destroy you if you believe that
they are superior to you and if you think so you are be better off
doffing your hat, the pompous like that.
A fountain In Naples
In a grimy street in Naples once, grubby streets
attract me, as do places where low life is lived in the open. A
boy of thirteen tried to steal my wallet, but I grabbed and held
him firmly him till he stopped struggling, then I let go.
He smiled made a rude sign, walked off, turned
and smiled again like an inviting whore. I felt soiled washed my
hands in a fountain that had water sprouting out of the mouth of
a dolphin, astride the dolphin a smirking boy sat.