armless

armless

 In need

When I feel lost and in pain, I think of the armless man

who came into my café he needed a pee badly

Everyone looked up to the ceiling I had hoped a nurse

would stand up, where are the nurses when one needs one.

I`m no hero, but I helped and since he was armless

I washed my hands.

Later I gave him a coffee which he drank with a straw,

they were going to fit him with artificial arms, he wore

his belongings in a rucksack and he smiled to everyone

as bodily dared people often do who wants to help them

 I hoped he would leave before he needed to evacuate,

 but I should have asked him why he travelled  alone.

fun haiku

Short fun haiku

God didn`t like snakes

 So he told lies about me

Man loath and fears me 

I`m a crippled tree

In the middle of a wheat field

Doing nothing

I`m the big rock

The farmer ploughs around me

One day he bitterly says.

It was the tallest tree

In the petrified forest

Lightning struck in half  

I`m the smallest tree

In the woods of trepidation

I starve to stunt growth

At the restaurant

I`m the last the waiters see

Serving stops at three  

blank screen

Blank Screen

I have read the Hitler book why didn`t anyone laugh him

off the stage. Right now I’m reading “The king is dead by

Sarah Shankman for the second time when not looking at

a blank screen that yields nothing, white as a hospital sheet

that doesn’t tell how many died and soiled it.

 The old man couldn’t find his peeing bottle and the nurse

on night duty was having sex with the ambulance driver

 she wasn`t pleased and had to forego of her orgasm.

 There are some spots on the screen often called verbs it

can also be fly excreta, I could have said shit, but lately

I have become ever so cultured. I try to scrap off the shit with

my thumbnail, but they are word all I need to do now is to

weave them into a coherent sentence without pilfering from

Sarah, not that she would mind. A man caught shoplifting

 cat food it was so pathetic they let him go, he couldn`t forgive

 himself and killed the moggy.

So never read a book written by evil men like Adolph Hitler he

too blamed the innocent and to think once he was a child.

a bus ride

a bus ride

A Bus Ride

I took the bus into town today its passengers were

mostly elderly, old women and generally fat as women

of the land tend to be, busy feeding the family they

spend too much time in the kitchen yes, I was the oldest

but would not like to have slept with any of them

and according to their lack of interest in me, it was
mutual.

That is ok; they are good at putting flowers on graves.

I was not buying much just wanted to get out of the house

I will be moving there it`s good to know where the cheapest

lunch cafes are situated, that`s where the Portuguese

bank staff and workers go both groups are equally bad paid.

Going home three hours later the same women on board they

were animated had bought skirts, blouses, and shoes at

 the Chines shop less
than half the price of ordinary shops

theirs had been a good day.

Portugal on my mind

Portugal on my mind

Portugal on my Mind

The nature so lush I felt like a horse I had to feel my eyes

With beauty and scent

 left the asphalted
road and walked on a track

till I was consumed by bushes  and the sound of the growing

sat on a stone wall took pictures and two hours had gone

and I fell asleep as the sun was setting.

I didn’t hear the mobile ring but woke up when a big dog
barked

a black woman came down the track she was worried

If I were ill wanted she could drive me home

I have walked this track for 330 years. She laughed but
insisted  

I drink some cold water at her house; the water came from a
deep well

why do they not make wine that good?

The dog, a pointer, followed me to the asphalt road; its job
was done,

the phone rang again my wife wanted to know where I had been

while she was out visiting friends, out walking darling just
walking

initiation

initiation

The Initiation

It is not easy to be young at 16 I
was a galley boy

on a tankship that even then 60
years ago was ancient

crewed by old mariners who spent
their free time

playing cards and talking about
whores and now the ship

had docked in Le Havre.

It was dark when I went ashore sat
in a bar and drank

Pernod I think. I didn`t go in
there had promised my mother

to stay away from alcohol and
women.

Light rain and the street light was
sparse like there was still

a war on, a small girl standing in
the rain looking like

a sparrow with a broken wing.

We went to a mall hotel, but I
didn`t have enough money

I got to keep my virginity for
another day.

Walking back to the ship it was
still raining and the old men

sat drinking one of them saw me and
invited me in I accepted

by now I was so lonely and needed
someone to talk to,

it was not like I could ring my
mother from a cell phone and

anyway, we didn`t have a phone back
home.

The ancient mariners carried me on
board.

the long road

the long road

The long Road

 I`m going out for
another walk at home the silence

are oppressive most of the villagers have moved away

and some are dead or senile she hates my house,

my home it is too silent, and she wants to move in

to a town and meet people.

I understand her, I partly agree it`s only this, I re-built

this cottage and the best years of my life is here

I found what I had lost my self-confidence I knew they

 laughed at me  of my dreams I was an eccentric, but

here I healed my broken self.

I walk on an asphalted road it`s easier that way. I don`t

want to go home and be met with truculent silence

I wish to walk and walk till the roads end or split into

a fork and a sign post will tell me what to do

whether I should return or carry walking northward