i)

same old blues
nothing then new
(i search variety
but there is only

me..)nothing new
under the sun-
(that is a telling
expression)

so, we look to
space and just
what is out there
so far dust..

ii)

a mean old crust
a kind interlude
will follow see
but not obv-

iously..somewhere
but not here-a
space must
something lack

give life back!
nature may abhor
a vacuum
still a negative sum..

they have beaten me
at
***
and now at music..

i ws examining the contents
of a plastic bag
when i raised my difficult
head

aware of some closely
inspection
on a wall, by a busy
road,

and there in some four by
four
with a beauty of haloed
hair

was lou..

sometimes i poach
or encroach-

love is a brooch
a pin stoat on
a burning coat-
a forgotten foot
note of
a suicidal load
hard to hold
on so much
too hard to
carry on too
two to one
just none
love gone
never to return
again and again..

i am a king in exile
(been here a while)
but return in style
dear people..yeah..
yeah..

and in my trail
freedom and love
a muse royal!
a new age!
a new pagan britain!

i am a king in exile
but weep ye not
for love in reason
soon return

and a sacred crown
to albion!
new pagan britain
a great people..!

yeah..