and as usual it is
the stranger
the same old fear
same old lies..

the same old whipping
dog
born of ignorance
misunderstanding and
the enemy with-in..

i

lily says it is amazing
what some do and say
and get away..

but if one says
the city is a sting or
footballers are over paid..

now i am silenced
they say why
i say because you

silenced me
so now i say money
(something we all understand..)

i don´t actually want any
but to comunicate i tried
a bag of potatoes

and mentioned the mirror
but democracy needs dissent
but not that..

the truth we can do without
some day i will have my day in court
lily looks  out

ii

crow looks in..homeless..
under the nazis homelessness was
a crime-they took you away

to a concentration camp and
there you died..
lily says concentration camps

are making a big come back
in the not too distant future
we should care for the homeless?

but that takes money..who will pay..
easier to put them behind barbed wire
and what will occur..there..

lily says i am an artist
crow through a letter box
says,what is that..

well,i can´t just do it
what ever
but need to eat..

and i can ´t be a waiter
or another cog in a factory
singular-me..

i can not pander to the fickle market
to be ignored and cheated
i am lily the free..

lily says, i am an artist
and as such-need to eat-
if my work is not finacially
viable, then i won´t..

i live in a garret
but still need rent-
at the illusive mercy
of the market..

i applied for a grant
(may have to vincent..)
or just be me
just one more poet..

lily says, i am an artist
and as such pain and suffer
my meat and potatoes-
the broken lover

the nothingness of being's
thin cover..
thus desolved now and
the future

a past too hurt to be
any other..i am them-her
but hope see my light
my pretty flowers..

a cat called empathy
is not our tommy
he likes to eat

and happily see me
hungry
but i am an artist..