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in the bath
we laugh..read on!-
what is that tapping?

¨´tis some visitor¨ i muttered
¨tapping at my chamber door-
only this and nothing more..!¨

what is it?
poe..
no-

you like poe?
no, what-
no-?

be ye iconclast?!
no, what is that noise?
like a forrest burning..

o that is poe!!
(small feline
he want´s in-

very possesive..o..
come in, poe?!
come on..!!?

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hello poe!!
hello my darlin!
ah, he does judge me

so!?..no,
i like hop-frog,
the tell-tale heart,
and the erm black cat..

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she blows a bubble
a universe of colors
i think,
examining light-
horses are over-rated..
well, i once was bitten
by a snake..
shadows are fitting-
obscurity is a luxury
i was trying to help it..
we enjoy our wine..
(i liked wine but i used it-
not so much as a social crutch
as more of an anaesthetic..)

ii

are you hungry?
i don´t know what is
in the fridge (but not animal)
go and see..

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as poly succinctly has it
-identity is the crisis can´t
you see

but to know yourself is
taboo..
unless lily quips

you know yourself
as an utter xxxx
and don´t care..

ii

ah, we are in the bath again
(strangers without pain)
candles aflickering..

conversation as bubbles..
bowie sings we are the
dead on a bootleg..

iii

who do you like
i like whitman
he got me through..

he will..
such a lovely human
i have n´t read him

for so long
i want to
but don´t..

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what about the beats
i like lew welch
anyone else..

the russians
for me it´s
serendipity..

v

time goes hey
now your old
i have never

been on horse back
never mind
i don´t..

i

practise and work
that is the life
for we artists..

i mean, it may not
be any good..
but we metamorphose

from human to a god
no problem-o-
we have a choice..

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we love and regret
just effing notice
someone-

i mean i exist..
(a drowning fish
perhaps..)

iii

remember when we
met!?
you were a purple head..

i asked you for light
and you hid in the toilet-!
everything was purple..

i did not hide-
i knew you would follow
and cast a trail

a cosmic path from my
soul to yourn
-together

we died and were
born
when you peered

over the door
for a light..
heaven and hell..

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we are happy
we are sad
lily laughs..

i laughed-
a purple devil?!
we had a bath..

v

remember-
i asked who you were
under a spell

you said well
it is all so odd
i can´t say..

we are happy..
we are sad..
lily laughs..

mental health-
what a conumdrum!
but not funny-

if you re lost,
in confusion,
and pain..

but the answer!-
is between our eyes
gentle as the rain..

ii

like the grass,
(whitman knew..)
like the truth-

shoot,i can be
anybody
identity..(x-ray specs)