108th helpful stone

no more

preaching

                    someone left

                    a rock

                                here

please!

                    it accidentally

                    lifted me

be satisfied

the rice pot

talks

                    half a meter

                    towards

                                   heaven

as it

cooks

                   and the rain

107th hot stone

heatwave

                         no wind

it's enough

                         it's hard

                               to tell

to

brea

the

                         if trees

                            dream

106th wet stone

puddle

splash

                          the distance gone

splash

puddle

                          I take

                          cloudbursts

stepping in it

is part

of

it

                         personal

all

105th mossy stone (not rolling)

me and

the shovel

       (that one up

        against the house)

                                        so I yell

                                        or yell not

sharing

ambitions

                                        anyway I live

and moss

on the northern side

                                        with waves

                                        crashing in

104th double and partly fatalist stone

sleepless again

                                 joining a

                                 political party

                                                 (w/o illusions)

I leave

the coffee spoon

                               ”Avanti o popolo, alla riscossa,

                                 Bandiera rossa, Bandiera rossa”

in the pot

                                 as I take the trash out

-----------------------------\(^-_-^)/-----------------------------

in the swamp

                                 humid days

left behind

by greed

                                at least my waters

                                             (sweat, urine and such)

Tinfoil Tower

where the outcast

live

                              get recycled as clouds

104th bitter stone

the sun is out

(in itself a rare thing this summer)

                                       at last

                                       workers on the streets

                                       in Spain

I try to pursuade

my orchids

                                       gathered under

                                       red flags

to bloom

in an orderly

fashion

                                       here we take

                                       our anger out

                                       on foreigners
                                       and fugitives

103rd separated stone

trial

and

error

                                  one step sidewards

a bluebottle

experiments

with

                                  a rosebush separated

the density

of glass

                                  from non-being

102nd humid stone

so damn

humid

                             a fly

                             circles

                             the center

                             of the room

                                          (as flies do)

my feet pick up

                              most of me lies in

what

the hoover

left

                              un-imagination

101st slightly elevated stone

yes,

god

(or who or what ever)

                                    for what it's worth

made flies

too

                                  scientists now accept

and my hands

to wipe them

away

                                that the glue of the world

                                              is sticky