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my work will be
read
when i´m
dead

(the rats will be
fed)
enough said
immortal

tread
shunt off this
mortal coil
head

to the stars
red..
love-
bled..

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i will have lived
i believe
just a fallen leaf-

it all too brief!
but the weave
eternal creed..

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enough of death?!
now, lily-
grok..!

the present left
let´s see
tick-tock..!

i know,
they are waiting for me
to die..

patience, lily,
(she has a touch of
the paranoias..)

life passes in the
twinkling of an
eye..

trust in that..love
and ask not why
beauty and

acceptance
sure
10=10..!

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postumous is for
the possums
um-

when she dies
her work will be
wisdom-

beyond silver and
gold..
words like timeless

will be bandied
stories told
some of us

begin at the end
the very last
or penultimate

grain
to fall
..

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meanwhile life
is hard
a mean card

you hear the one
about the broken heart
and the

lost dirge-
eternal love sworn
some tooting words

fitted up like a acorn
some hallow accord
just to pass the hours

and then the dawns
sacrifcede
i thought different

but the truth at last
some grass
soon be dead

and then no more
cheating
and names

no more giraffes
that laugh and
wait

no more silly ways
10 will indeed equal 10
once again..

it does not matter
how lovely you are
if the price is 10 euro
the price is ten euros

it does not matter
how cheap and greedy
you are..if the price is..
the price IS..

it does not matter
what liars and hypocrites
the price is 10 dollars
10..

shout and scream
have a baby
the price is the price
is 10 dollars..

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o lily is experiencing
some resistance in the market
place-sales are down..
i don´t make the effing rules..!?

but in these hard times a book
of poems is way down on
the list of priorities-the food bank
a blot on creation..

my second guitar was
electric and red
and i had a book by
bert weedon called
play in a day-
(a misnomer if ever
there was!)-the first song,
was bobby shaftoe,
followed by there is a
tavern in the town..
(and then jumped by light years..)
but influenced people like
hank marvin and who did he not
influence?!-not me..'!

i was floating down stream
with hammy hamster and the guys!
bull rushes and sails
delicate melody and sunny reflections
(in c major)..the sweet breeze in the
trees..!

my first guitar was a
shoe box
and elastic bands..
(for machine heads i
don´t recall..)

i listened to giulani´s
study
on the box-
tales of the river bank
a ball..!

and in later years
(when i was out of my
box)
i came across his andante in
c major-opus 43,
no six-

i was a little boy once
more
(hammy hamster)
and i have it today somewhere
but better on the whole
it remains lost..

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one of the great challenges in
this world is to know enough
about a subject to know your right-
BUT NOT ENOUGH TO KNOW
YOUR WRONG..?!

what is that ******* asks lily
marking a page
i dunno, its sunday morning..
you got it wrong-no..

it´s lost now anyhow..
confuse them with the truth
there is now information unbounded
yet we are still dumbfounded..

once, we never left the village
we knew more then
he no-doubt went on to explain
while we were thinking, right-wrong

never enough-this world *****
anyway you look at it-
(i smelled money in the cosmic breeze)
put some pink floyd on..
what are you reading..?

the marsh arabs by, wait-wilfred
theisger..it´s a *******?!
(if you like travel books-)
only chapter two-now
hospitality is the name..

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well done lily to germany
for liberalization of it´s  cannabis
laws..

here,
it does peculiar things to
my mind-

like, it slows down time
i hear voices..
but as spring advances

so does my eczema
and i might
i say might

have a little toot!
just to balance the old
central nervous system..

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