in days of yore
they swore
a witch would metamorphosis
into hedgehogs-
that crept about stealing
and spying
beady black eyed and
prickly-
you snigger, lily?

o absurd!
absurd is the word
man was god and nature
was cursed-
(the simple blackbird
the familiar to nefarious
end..

but there is a bird
that has followed
and will not quit
what it wants-)
and left-handed
cats,bats,rats-
all suspect..
third *******..

do you wonder, paul,
what beliefs
dear
will prove equally specious
in the future..?

an eloquent and interesting
question
-violence
ever solved anything-
that comes to mind
that the power of mind
is limiting..
natures cure limited
like wise the imagination
like wisdom
as love
love is not the answer..
peach cobbler..

some noise a yonder-
´tis the neighbour
with yappy dog
and screaming kids
whom take insult
for they can hear
what we talk about
if they listen very
silent..

here is war in
the most reasonable
fashion -
sometimes
they like to join in
when were arguing..
mind their business
sounds like
dinm hiert ssenisub -for
it is a kind of duty
to perform and boredom
never never underestimate..

lily laughs
(perhaps if she put some
clothes on
the body does odd)
i wish i was a hedge hog
so do we..

we are quiet-
a hedgehog is near!
some number-
(a witches ear)

more than ten!
less than ten!
river of light
take us home

let us flow like
the endless
balanced part-
ickle..

o bitter pickle!
-to happiness..
look she says
a shooting star..

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..