i

sure, paul does nt want to
hear about your aunt mable,lily..
sometmes, she comes
unbidden into my memory

like a dribble of red wine
or crash of a tome-
entitled trivial times-
o ***!

she would say..as her poison
trickled and spun
laughing at fried eggs
what pain..

they will hang you
she liked to say
i wondered why
a sad refrain..

ii

paul says:
it is in the stars
(not very scientific)
and the poetry of

numbers..
it is your face
riches are many
all things come to

pass-sadness and love
kindness and forbearance
your past and destiny
one..

iii

lily wobbles to the stereo
she wants to dance she
paul dirac shakes a
leg..!