he was the epitomy of
the tortured poet-
too dumb to spell
but innocent and beautiful..

(the harder he cried
the more we laughed..)
until it was all too much
for his genius..

resorting to monologue
reasoned to us:
his philantropic motives
his life´s work

(but he just wanted ***
of course)
as he championed every fashionable
cause..

hated by all his friends
and loved by absolutely none
he never capitulated
never gave an inch

(unless there was ***)
and there was his mother
everyone liked..
only child

just a little boy
read us a poem, rick..
take no notice-
be yourself..!

what to do
when the plug undo
es..?

three pieces quickly
become tears..
a space ship

a spinning top
the centre of the
universe

with centrifugal connotation..
and there is me-
statonary..

i

i can´t eat your smiles
or your silences
(we have been down

this road..)
for how many years..
lily, here is reality-

ii

reality is boring-
in a tea-shirt-
you don´t work-

you don´t eat..
(and if there is no
work..?)

iii

we signed on-
about 19 pounds a
week..

a giro came once
a fortnight
usually on a friday..

iv

(we were lucky?!)
it was kind of boring
it was hard to know

what to do-
there was the punk
scene-

(about the only thing
that made me feel
young..)

a girlfriend slapped
me with a book-
crime and punishment

so i read it-guilt and
sickness but no internet-
the future looked grim..

v

war raged (unofficially
of course)
things got rather *****

i said eff this lily
and went to greece
where i knew nothing..

i can´t..
(no,you can´t)
does n´t matter

how clever..
well i might roam india
with loving bowl

shave my head
and save my soul
meet beautiful people..!

ii

like a blue bird
-life is magical
(that´s an option)

choice is imperative
open winged
through the midnight..

i

i get bored with the clever
(not trevor)
but they whom look down

from no particular height
(i have an opinion
just like them)

i say light
they say dark
reactionary, lily..

ii

me?
not you-
money..

say money..
money..
now live without..

on a stone:
i was bored..
t´was time!
(of two-four..)

but i waltzed around*-
head a cloud and
now i´ve gone..
-too a bone..