i

lily says she is an artist
and as such to be cheated
art how important-

can´eat it..
unlike kicking a ball
around a field

or buying and selling
numbers that can´t exist..
armaments..

ii

crow, a swivelling-beady
black-eye-ball
calls through the letter-box

in retrospect, a poor career choice?
ah but to be called!
some burning vision-

some gentle chords-
there is a tavern in the town
and there my true love lays her down..

iii

lily says she is an artist
she lives on love and her wits
modern life gets on her ****

she imagines old albion
that would be something
peace and quiet and fauns

danced and sung..children
of the rain and sun
blissed out stone..