i)

the wildflower (symbol
of pretty-power)
a second,a minute,an
hour-

bee´s love there
my eyes stare
red,purple and
yellow

so fair!
gone such care
that may blight my
heart-
the very air

colour!
so window
love now
my torturing

brow..
start and go
say howdy
do..

ii)

colour therapy!

iii)

the wild flowers
below my window
gods tears or
d'or

for you and me
to assist our trip to
reality-
sobriety!

iv

it was easy
for down hyacinth laan
when c. made me
crazy

and walking on sunshine
sang in the factory
a solitary
hand

waved from, across
the high way,
brushing away
his tears

as i brushed mine
what remained of my mind
so long ago
say the wildflowers below


my window..
beloved
waving
hey s.!

iii)

we got lost
in wind
and the past

hopeless
i despaired
only once
but sought therapy
in colour..

iv)

on hyacintha laan
canals and order
logically
and free

a little lsd
a precarious balance..
a wild flower
bridge over the

san luis rey..
my budgies
my cats
my hat

v

time
a last taste
of wine

vi


i had a washburn
nice old thing
golden brown
sing

sweet like honey
i called her
n.
in

fine
and dream
such beauty
never seen