i

how would you interpret it?
our lives fall apart
through fire or tedium
and the whispering rodent?

that is wisdom..
the answer in our hearts..
love-chips with everything-
forever reoccurring..

ii

dreams are wild-
one day we might record
them..

and then understand
ourselves-
our brains

are unknown
we use ten per cent
then

how can we understand
the other 90..?
lily

iii

turns a page..
bit of a catch 22
i should say..

but they would rather
search space for hardly
nothing..

still,it gives them something to-
do-
we shall all die of bordom

don´t you worry..
what is she reading?
when i was young-

iv

we wrote with pens
of wood
straws of sublime

shadow of victoria
prison or school
window

the playground or
bomb-site
of the ******

we ran around
fighting and trying
to kiss each other..