100th trusted stone

across

the

fields

                       even sleepless

the

sound

of

                      my trust

                      in

                      air

                      and bare feet

metal

on

metal

                     remains

99th surreal stone

tiny

blue

beetles

                              the cellar holds

                                  a dead whale

where his

teeth were

                              and a piano

                                     of foam

the conservative

economist

tried sympathizing

                             now we sing like

                                     under water

on tv

98th windy stone

insomnia

            (no, nothing is new)

the wind

howls

                            this pain

                             isn't new

winterlike

                            it just moved

                               like a phantom

can desolation

be underlined by

dangling

streetlights?

                            to another

                            muscle/bone

                            connection 

tonight it can

                           I'm wired

97th lusting stone

a sudden

urge

                                   where the mantra

                                                dissolves

(and during meditation, mind you)

                                     a welcoming into

                                         a blue embrace

for the weight of

another

body -

                                sandalwood scented

          windbellsswallows

96th stone - the hidden and the blue

it's foggy

in Cairo

                                       what can I do

I see on tv

                                       but step on it ...

and a wall of green

hides

the church

                                the spinning blue planet

(it's invisible anyway)

95th low pressure stone

low pressure

            (sigh)

                             sleep deprived -

                                         (I think)

I watch a program

about the universe

                             the wind

                             has

                             kind

                                     fingers

and remember

to add

”lettuce”

             and swallows encircle the house with screams

to the list

94th stone sulking

my hands
are empty

enough


             Allegorical:
                     ”she” keeps moving

                     sulky novels

someone mistakes
the rain

                      into my

for
tears


                     meditation room

93rd stone - double portion

I

ordinary Saturday

a murder

of crows

              my subconscious

                        tackled it

acts like

a band of bikers

              from one day

                 to the next

in our

garden

             the world became

                       new again

II

in a pocket

of sleep

                  giving up

                  on linear

                     time -

a live concert

in -69

                the floor still

Sunshine of Your Love

                needs sweeping

92nd stone hearing colours

oh,

she hears

colours now?!

                              aching joints

(it is possible

on acid

or she tries too hard)

                              an economist

                              explains why

some tree sheds

its last

blossoms

                              the poor need

                              to remain poor

                                structurally

fragment

here it has taken on the face of pain

                      there it has nothing to do with arms

                      … or legs or eyes or whathaveyou

between a table and a wall a crushed spider 

dried up

not hearing anything anymore

(if spiders actually can hear ...)

                          that is how it is

91st parent stones

mother
freezes
easily


                         writing is

                         elusive

                         like ether or white spirits

I put wood
in the
stove -


                   I tell dad
                     not having new
                     drawings to show him


         it's summer, the calendar says

           his tinnitus has taken over

90th fleeting stone

it's all about
"the fleeting existence"
           (it hasn't really sunk in yet.
                        has it?)

                did I mention

                the lilacs?

I tell myself
dropping


                  if I did

                    please know

painkillers into
a glass of water


                they're gone now

89th stone and table

still there's
hawthorn blossoms
(and so what?)

                     peeling

                        an

                     orange

I have two
empty
hands

                     beneath

                   my private

                      zenith -

     and a table

somewhere I turned a w
                                 r
                                 o 
                   ng corner

88th stone - moon coffee

I'm not sure

about

the lilacs

                       sultry night 

though a delight

they wither

                      by coincidence

                the moon lands

too

                     in my coffee