So moles are digging
Up the lawn
Creating holes in empty space and earth and dirt

And I with you love am

On a sheepskin rug
In Devon

In a cottage, holed by moles
In Devon,
Mystic land

And I am inside you
And your leg
Your thigh
Is burning
From log fire

Red and blue and white

Moles and woodsmoke
In Devon
In love

And everyone gone
But us two

And Louis Armstrong

What a wonderful world
Over and over the needle
Flows music to our ear-holes

In front of fire
On fire we are
On the rug

Sheepskin tickle
And if I knew
Your thigh was burning
I would have thrown
The young hard body of mine
Onto the fire to save you, love

To save forever this memory
And if I die
No matter

When you, happy
Take me
Inside you.

Life can, perhaps, be
Better

But no imagination
Nor Louis
Nor mole
May persuade me such

And you
And I
Love by

The fireside

You think air is air

You fool

Water is everywhere

Events

Anarchy
Violence and blood

Revolution in the air
And angry
(Raging)
Men on the rampage

Look out
Look out
All the years of niceness
Fundamentally

Falling

Apart

.

Somewhere beyond today

the future slow dances with fate

as our hearts sing
in harmony

with yesterday’s love song
played to the melody of

all of our tomorrows

For so long
Wanted death

(From the womb
Hated life)

Now death nearby
Fear loathing terror

And prospective
Oblivion

How cruel
And sad

And unyielding

This solid slab
Of time

In any event
The mind goes
Telescopic

Time has me by the throat

And

Squeezing

Time held me green
And dying

Tho I sang in my chains
Like the sea.


****** truth
Dying am

And do not want to