i want what i
want
what i want i
want
whant i wat
i what
whan i
wht
wan
i..?

ii

all very well lily,
but a man´s conscience
and understanding
is his own..
and we are not in
the business
of the judgemental..

iii

the materialistic
make us sick-
all very well but-
we have to eat-
-we have to die to
live-
-the spiritual,
don´t
put the beans on
to the toast..does it..

iv

in the garden hosts
of color-
tis, verily, the time
of year,
with fused-intellect
as creators-the
love we are-
gods, or purple insects,
through air
flitter-diaphanous..
blooms trickle
red and wet-
dew-all that is to
beautiful
too true!-(like a cremer!)
time is stilled..

jan cremer

v

work is the
word!
(or do nothing
up to you)

stare at a wall,
kick a ball,
hark the call!-
time is true..

one over the eleven!
died and in heaven
seven to one
all has gone
the living sun
angels come
some have lost and
some won
eating and drinking
and drinking and
eating..

i)

how difficult to be
an artist
lily muses

everyone wants a
piece
hunger too

verity
is for
posterity..

may cut me
******* ear
off

or apply
for a grant
blue..

ii

how difficult just
to be
(no-one asked
me)

perhaps, i would
have
preferred
to float

some distant
mote
or a purple
insect

or fish
jesus wept
to be or not
to be..

i)

why are people so..
who knows?
they say,
-we want equal rights!

(-or any kind of rights
really..)
perhaps a constitution!?
-free

from intimidation
hunger
and homelessness
injustice..!

(money would be
nice-
sharing-
it is a poem..)

and these aberrations
rigorously fought-against
with the same keen-fortitude
as

parking offences..
say..
ok we get a
picture,lily-

ii)
why do you think
prices ..
have doubled..
in a year-she examines
the nomadic wastes of her
purse..
(i don´t know-google
the ******..)

war or weather-
curse..
ah,how we danced
to this*
a beer cost a hundred
drachmas..
(not funny lily)
look now..

the doors-riders on
the storm

iii)

what the future
brings?
o mad warning-
sanity´s rupture!

or,
loves suture
lingers..
eternal healing-
the cure..!

iv

well, she scratches
her verruca-we can
go-
we can go-
go-if we don´t like
it-we can go-

racism
bigotry and
hatred
exploitation
poverty, corruption,
fear..

where shall we go-?
go
we have come-come
from there..!?

(lily is on the radio!
asked for something
spontaneous
and gripped by
election fever..!-)

tell me, where,
where,
fish, are shown more
respect,
better be a purple
insect!
jesus wept..
where to go
the world has become so
small..

we thought our cat gone
but she just came in
through the window
like a dream, if,
or an acorn-
i will open a can
( she is bad o)
and roll a spliff..

if you can find a purpose,
and not play the liar or
hypocrite,
pointing your finger
(in this world)
-calling names like naughty
children,,
then, petty details,
be no hinderance,
is no difference,
righteous *******!
then, good fortune
hell and heaven
be yourn-yours-
an uppity porpoise..