i

why do i write?
to remember
not to forget
that is a fear

as one ages..
one thing leads to
another-
music helps..

and not-
to be fixed
or crucified
to the moment..

somewhere between
young and old
now and then
writing

is fun..
but kind of painful
sometimes
interesting

sometimes not
sometimes there is hope
and ambition
love and hate..

ii

i like to write
drink tea
and sing..

as old as man
brave
in my cave..

i

i was ****** lily laughs
but why bother i ask you
if not for lot´s of money
and applause..

the green room of god
the creative urge and you
know so effing bored
and look at this-

pip pip another rejection
slip..
not suitable..!?
ha!

(a suitable epitaph..)
they called me
a star..
is a star is a star..

ii

dancing under the stars
i say lord above
out and out
savage loved

once but that
amigos
is enough
la..!

why do i write?
because..
breathing will not
stop..

why do i write?
because i can´t..
why..
plop..!

why do i write?
because i can´t stop..
why do i breath
why not plop!

i

you are going to get us
banned,lily
i can see that one coming
they say-they say-

you can see the future?
(i was about to say
kudos to hello poetry
for their tolerance..)

i think it is intuition
she sniffs..
and what may that be?
wait a tic

i will consult the dictionary..
that is spooky erm stuff!?
what about subconscious
manipulation...?

ii

suggestion or coincidence
or just wishful thinking
confusion..

guessing or a superstition
knowing-ancient power
man nature together..

iii

o lily they will burn thee
for a witch
your heart of straw

we itch..
go further-go further
the sparks will fly

the night will howl-
pretty and clever
we see the past..

i

i like that one lily
but it has to blend
with your geraniums
and how to bake the perfect

apple pie -your stars
where to stay in crete
(and it does n´t..)
i stayed in crete-

it was so cheap!
we rented a house-
how many could sleep
in so small a place..?

sleeping on the roof
under the stars
pretty enough?
communal meals..

and to the dance
under the stars
lovely but no
electricity..

ii

they don´t want to hear
about your sordid excesses
bless..

i have to write what i
have to write
there would be no point

in writing about flowers
and lonely hours
and why you left

(that is obvious)
leaving me bereft
i went

because you imbibed
howled and cried
-i am not perfect

but i came back
what is worst-living
with you or with-out..

i don´t know, skin up and
we will consider
bless her..