Visitor Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Visitors

I was walking around with my camera
but its eye didn`t find anything of interest
only olive trees, bushes and ploughed
I have seen it a before in all seasons and glory
and sun dried straws.
I`m into people now
that is the problem there are no one here anymore
only inbreeds and you can`t make much sense out of them.
An English family are on vacation.
Laughter
Music
Sex
Wine
They are so young not much meeting of the mind and as
for music, my interest stopped at the beetles and if I`m
some girls called Spice.

I will be a Vogue photographer
be famous, paid well and look at nice girls.