Mon appareil photo ment souvent. Mes yeux ne peuvent pas mentir. C’est la seule vérité.

Mes yeux voient tout Je ne suis pas dupe

My camera often lies My eyes cannot lie This is the only truth

Time for the crickets and katydids Leave your windows open wide The summer air will fill your room Listen for the creek trains As they pass through your town I am travelling in your dreams

I am here amongst The flowers of colour Chasing the mild shadows Of the morning sun My noble mother Is preparing a dry breakfast Using our crested plates Please be ready before the hour

Get up Look at the sky The  disintegrating SKY This is all your fault I am not to blame This all ends now Marlene Marlene

Fuck me I have only been away for a few months And the whole country has crumbled People are out on the streets protesting Because of the subtle invasions of their lovely towns The cops who are led by mindless donkeys Just to make it worse What would you do Joe Send them all back […]

I am often asked why I write poetry It is highly likely that finer poets exist My only goal if there is such thing Is to teach my students to think and see There is no other reason for my pen

Whereof one cannot speak Thereof one must be silent

I visited Margit in Berlin Poems previously written She has been asked to illustrate The lingering scents of my flowers