i

why do we want to be
loved by strangers?
for a plate of stew
or is there more..

i mean, lily taps her
pipe-like this-
i write and send it off
into the ether..

for your delectation?
do i have owt to prove?
am i clever?
do i want love?

am i small again
pulling at some obscure
apron- string- pain
like a lost dove..

or do i just enjoy writing
after breakfast
in the sunny garden-
just butterfly stuff..

ii

creation a little piece
left over-some fluff
some mote of dust

just as the washing up
calls and time kicks
she  examines a twig..

i

did you ever find anything
exciting-she places a page
carefully on the table

and puts an orange on-
so the breeze won´t blow-
in the summer, we sit

in the garden with book
ice-tea and sweet grass..
the sparrows chat

in our tree-they say
life and eternity..
depends,what does she mean

by exciting?gold or a
meaning or peace..
some inner harmony-

do you know there is no rhyme
in orange?
froudroyant!

ii

in the sky the shadows
build and like they will
crash

another page under
the birds laugh
sweet grass...

i

do you know what i don´t like
lily asks looking into the void
i don´t know sprouts or freud-

people who stand in front of
mirrors-the vain-the rude-
no,a book that falls apart as

i am trying to read it..
page by page by page..
(o no don´t..)

-hell hath no rage
like the state of my insides
(i won´t..)

ii

well.don´t read it then!?
what if it is something i have been
looking for..for years?

and what if someone has written in
the margin or under-lined words?
(tears are near)

telephone numbers
shopping list
test the pen..

iii

what if it smells of love
and the dedication reads:
to daddy from timothy

happy christmas-2 thousand,
kisses..
a plane ticket or train..

a flower or book mark
a bench in the park
that changes my life..

iv

you hear of books
changing people´s lives´..
perhaps,they fall apart

too..mine, was crime and
punishment-i was assaulted
by it-typical..

v

could have been worse-
her boyfriend was a boxer-
that guilt should be such

remorse..
and redemption through love
and faith..

vi

brings one to the stranglers
and a ticket given
a gecko on the wall

a butterfly on the glass
another light day
all the same..

i

i do not mock the sun
a war no-one or nothing
wins

i know as much as the
gecko
late of residence

on our wall-
upside down
charging at the

near invicible
and surrounded
by monsters..

ii

i have a hat and
the captain´s shoes
but that means nowt

i am in
i am blue
i am out..

if football or music is war
then,what hope is there?

if police are gangster
the ice-cream-man warrior..

a towel on a chair..
a colour..

a book to fire
history or

geography
hey,what is yours

is yours and
what is mine is mine-

trade-love and
hate-misunderstanding..

if..

consistant like a snake
begging for change
what is in the store-
war..

you want what´s mine
you want it all
it is just your way-
war

it is inevitable or
such
what a bore!-
war..

look at the past
look to the future
a dying bird-
war..

it is the truth
or lie
on it´s ****** way-
war..