i

yes,why not create
are we not gods..
how is laura or
flora?

she stifles an amused
smile-summers
are spent in candleford
a little older-

she talks of a fast set
decadent-hatless
they rome the heath
bawling swinburne

and omar khayyam-
refer to themselves as
fin de siecle-disillusioned
and weary..a lost page..

ii

her friend emily rose..
and returning to larks rise
she is again home
charmed by simple lines

knowing but not knowing
too much..
growing pains..
times passing..

what amazes me lily
is how diverse poetry is?!
but i suppose one may say
that about any creation-
look at the difference
between god and man..

and then of course
there is why..
that one takes up many
a life time
-laugh or cry..
o come what may..

ii))

transference is us?!
and living by denial
i remember breakfast
by the nile

i was only seventeen..
it was nice
though  not very well
so beautiful..

i))

people love to impart their prob-
lems on to you-
they like to tell you their secrets?
it´s a way of listening
without seeming too..

they want to manipulate
and end manipulated
for,if they are not manipulating
then,in some obscure fashion-

i am pulling the strings..
and this may be an end or dawn
like eyes meeting accross a crowded room
like some wave crashing..

the ones to watch out for
are the ones who want nothing
ippity-bippity
serendipity..

lily waves a finger
a spiralling trigger
the quiet linger
never say never..

ok, we will give money
and death a break
lily,what of love?
you are the sort

stangers confess to
loving at first sight
do you trust them
no..

so what is their motive
*** or worse
poo!
that is their problem..

i-


the trick is not to
look back (or as
dennis hopper says
in his movie, so
elegantly,
no looking back..)

but since the future
is only accessible to
a few
we have to make do..
learn to sew
the difference re-new
circling true..

ii-

i)

no trouble to rhyme..
(spelling that is my aim)
i, took about ten minutes..

and how about, grok?!
you ever hear that one?-
to understand profoundly..

what?..yeah..grok..man..
death is..
(***,says lily..)

ii

not a question of demand
and supply
not a picnic

not do or die
same for all the pixies
or a return..

obituaries-burn
in hell or heaven
bound..

one line-or
a single word-
like, why..