you comment on my works
and
I shall yours as I always too
you ring my door bell
as others do....

then neither one of us will be alone
I promise you

but once in a while
when a guys guts ache
and so one is lonely too
and
when the docs at the gate
a pregnant lady is not lonely
isn't it so true?

So friends and friendly ones
when you are lonely and blue
who else can you think of
but a friend that have you
that;'s who,
you now know too..

Coward!
You brandish your bloodless sword
in the congregation of the feeble
and you dance naked
in the gathering of the blind.

You chant your victory songs
in the assembly of the deaf
and tell of your virility
in the beds of a thousand crones

War!
Your tail is lost between your legs
and your baritone thaw into murmur
with eloquence in shadowy places.

Oh man!
When shall your testes descend?

Jazzy blue,
movie blue,
Bluish hue,
who is blue
boogaloo
Toodle oo
Seems like dew
Had it too
Bolt from blue
Cried boo hoo
Dozy do
Liked it whooooo
Lastly blue
Stuck like glue
To u

The trees make music to be read beside the road,
the telegraph lines hang there in front as frets,
their inner music secretly it rings,
while flying birds add melodies at random with the planes 
that leave the rests where muffled clouds fill in;
the wind, aeolian harps plucks at bushes 
in percussion with the stream,
the great tits herald spring,
while frost adds notes of feathered feelings, sharp,
the blows from falling snows their drum-like thuds,
the chatter of the humans in between,
allegro in a foreign tongue,