from the oven
we take love
and sit still in
the garden
the bats bewildering
above..lily sighs
and says, are nt stars
smug, then-i don´t like
them-a past time
no-forgetting-shackling
man and repeating hate
and cruelty masquerading
as future times..

a lotus eater (eating
pizza)-a land where past
is forgotten-the moment betwixt
sunsets......................
4 pm a glass of cool
milk and a twix-
(i don´t recall
tennyson..)

how many stars are there
paul?
more than ten, lol..!
if there were proof
if there were proof
but all there is-
all we have-
(lily is short on words)
only the silence..
a little bird sings..

i

between three never has
rhythm been so syncopated
lily says,the cramps kick ***?!
(like a bad girl should..)

paul explores space and time
and between us
alternative realities bristle
and fizzle..

we join hands and circle
our sensibilities do
the serotonin stomp-
o om!

ii

dirac ambles to a book
begins on page one
lily with jazz hands a-
fluttering

goes over and says
you like bukowski?
eh?hes a ***** old man
but sometimes very beautiful-

simple-comes and goes i take
no interest in fashion
love is a dog from hell..
borrow it..paul..

i

sure, paul does nt want to
hear about your aunt mable,lily..
sometmes, she comes
unbidden into my memory

like a dribble of red wine
or crash of a tome-
entitled trivial times-
o ***!

she would say..as her poison
trickled and spun
laughing at fried eggs
what pain..

they will hang you
she liked to say
i wondered why
a sad refrain..

ii

paul says:
it is in the stars
(not very scientific)
and the poetry of

numbers..
it is your face
riches are many
all things come to

pass-sadness and love
kindness and forbearance
your past and destiny
one..

iii

lily wobbles to the stereo
she wants to dance she
paul dirac shakes a
leg..!

lily wobbles about a shelf-
-what about this?
¨the fascination of whats difficult
has dried the sap out of my veins,and rent
spontaneous joy and natural content
out of my heart-¨
wb yeats..

(-at the heart there can be a
tiny acre of simplicity, a humble-
ness of everyman within a child
plays happily-)

what do think
paul dirac?
you think work
keeps us young
what is difficult holds enduring
fascination beginning when
you crawled along-picking
up dust and formulating-
mummy´s pride and joy..

lily smokes circles and
throws her docs on the table..
let me tell you paul
of my auntie mable..tbc..

the odds against us being alone
are astronomical of course-
do you know how many americans

have been abducted by aliens
and anally probed-
more than ten..

lily-!
they are not so interested
in our minds-

probably picking up spanish
tv on their thing-me-bobbles
-do you like big brother,paul?

what is that?
a tv show loosely based
on a theme from orwells

1984-surveillance-
they take 20 loosely based
humans put them in

a surreal setting and
watch them-the lesson
is 2 plus 2 will equal

anything..cameras will
be our undoing
the man was

right all along
soulless we shall
count long..

how, numbers are beautiful
i don´t see
-neither do we-

we understand the
universe
little

we are an insect
crawling up
a human leg..

all the resources
we spent on research
and space travel

had we used them on something
more immediate perhaps
we would nt be

frying and flooding
in equal measures
still,there is much

to know..
i know they look at me
like an alien

down the arts council
when i seek financing
what odds the alien,paul..?

i

if, poetry is the way
the world could be
where as science is-

both are ego-trips-
i think it is the buddhists
believe enlightenment

begins with the death
of the self-sharing is
true-wealth..

(does it include the
spliff-i interject
acidly-)

lily..

ii

giggles and says,
lambs-sake, where are
my manners?

do you indulge, paul?
no-beer,wine..?
water, where life

began..she is new age
pagan any-hows..
well,we have no doctrine

it is up to us..
you know,like pick and
mix..

at woolworths..
woolworths doesnt exist
do you think god exists,paul..

well,i was cynical
but the positioning
of earth sun and moon

and my children..
we are all children and
somehow the same..


iii

our belief is one primarily
of light
same..

the seasons change
the universe
a church..

cathedral
the love and worship
of natural

one glass of water
energy flowing
a feather-

but numbers,paul-?!
the cabal-
your thoughts..?