i

i have forgot lily,
her eyes flashed
ravens alight
capture a vision..
in her wakening,
where i hid our
grass last night..
***** *** ****
beauty of
the first light
love thirsts
see her pale
pale skin
her black eye
dawn
the milkman
a sparrow
a horn..
dew..

ii

where o could it be?
wreck the place
mother-f..
she sleeps..
i watch her
her timeless beauty

iii

she is-
little sparrow
brave warrior
first kiss-
snoring, so i go
looksy..!

iv

how to begin
i am not comfortable
with such emotion
amazing how quickly
one goes from
rational human to mad thing
i think i bet she got
it..
this is how it goes..
over the years
hiding holes like love have grown
begin with the walls
o bring them down somewhere obvious
i will return
and she will be burning what pain-
down the couch
or new place
a reconstruction of
the night before
science
or blind anger
which spirals
purple faced
into hopeless tears
and wander
down the bar...

v

no quarter
said the warrior
a pint of lager
i love her

though it is
war
long periods
of boring

by mad action
dividing fractions
well,that was years
before..

how time goes
sweet armistice
(the left is
not what it was..)

but i am
happier
(could nt get no
******* sadder..)

on the positive
i turned out
to be a wizard
sometimes..

it is a case
of where to look
magic could be youtube
or books

writing and
colours
and a little
pointy hat

rats
lol
alakazam!
secret words..

vi

meanwhile
lily awakens-
the kraken
rises

from icy depth
smokes the last
of the grass and
she is herself

she is bit
paint a bit
red bit
red white black

yellow
in a mondrian
o
back to bed

soul mining
cohen
red wine
cosy..

vii

home comes thee
wizard..!?
of dark aspect
respect needed

happy but...
first a further
search
searcher!

secret powers
are on
pagan
hand

the body has
a memory
(he can not bear
the cooker

it is white
and sinister)
to gather the lost
we must dream

lily sings-
what you doing
my man,
looking for something..

(like a dream
a poem within
a poem)
when my heart

is full of love
all for you
my merlin
right here

now o!
a cry yonder
i found a bit of red-leb
from years before

the morning
a dove in flight
our pantheistic
pair

in arm and arm
fair in fair
what you been doing
painting..