i

after being sober for
nigh on forty year-let me say,
to wake of a morn and feel
not a bottle of *****-still,
a pleasure..

ii

i peruse the word or
pick some bagatella..
consider the philisophical
with a gentle breeze-
o time is real..!

iii

then, consume eggs and
do not puke..
inside my cranium not
a nuclear bomb-
half a life..

iv

time ago..
shaking like a leaf
where did the time go?
i don´t know..
some thief..without

v

prints-a few lines!
(and less a few ivories)
but still here,
listen,no-one is more surp-
rised..

i)

that is a supermarket
where we gather our sustenace
-a magical emporium of mirrors and
music-surveillance..

for we have many laws
both legal and moral-
thou shalt not steal!
bleep?

ii)

our technology is theft
and will bring an end
and there are those who say
about time-

we shall return to fire
we have paid our debt
lord..
that, is a fast food outlet..

iii)

but there are those who enjoy
the convenience
and running after wildebeest
not for them-

that building is the town hall
choices and democracy
peas or beans
to you and me-bleep..

iv

that´s a pub and there is
a hospital
there, the police station
a symbiotic call-

alcohol....!bleep?
one cheap narcotic readily
available and socially
acceptable-

causing mild euphoria
to depression and sometimes
violent behaviour-addiction
common place..

v

bleep!
frightening?
where-as marijuana
giving peace and well-being

possessing health-benefits
mental and physical is hunted
down like double parking on a
bank-holiday..bleep?

why?
mostly tax reasons.
bleep-tax..
ignorance-

vi

we would burn old ladies
that distribute herbs
bleep-words-power and money
and ***..bleep?

-the way we procreate
each culture has it´s take-
we were taught that the
children of god, adam and eve

in the garden of earthly delight
were innocent but not to eat of the
forbidden fruit-(reputably an apple
but subsequent speculation cast doubt-

more likely a fig or cherry moyet
in keeping with the climate)
but a serpent-(vilified ever since-)
tempted her- eve took a bite-(being a woman

when told not to do something..)
(and vilified ever since-)
and so they were cast out-
into this world of sin..

bleep?we were children-
(but the apples reputation
remains intact-)
we turned out odd..bleep..


each culture has it´s belief and
art-that is the museum-
they sell the best chips in town, there-
i had a war once over vinegar

bleep?no,you would n´t believe
it.. we will fight over anything..
which end of an egg to open
football or music..

vii

bleep?-why-
mostly bored-bleep?
-wearied by dulness or
sameness-

our system demands it-
it outwardley promotes individual
spirit but we are alike-if not
then it would n´t function..

(if someone is different then they
better have good reason..)
we spurn this similarity-
duality-

cultures that are similar
often war..
but if we did n´t demand
greasy hamburgers

made from noses and spleen
where would we be?..bleep..?
so,what about personnel anarchy..?
bleep..

viii

here, we have war between
the socialist-liberal and capitalism
individual-we will fight over anything..
we are warrior..

our brains create serotonin
that crush bone and  worry
later..we shake hand and give
a little kiss and make heart shapes

and grin inanely-
but for some reason we hate each
other-don´t know why..
bllep..yes,bllep..

ix

now, that is a bank-bleep..
you have to go?
ah,you are looking
for intelligent life form-

try the moon-bleep
up their symbol of
love and darkness
diana noble hunter..

the bird´s nest
we sent off into space
some time recent or

some demented caress..
and they wrote back-
dear lily,

we have the cosmos
of munificent beauty
we have eternal bliss

like a first kiss..
more tenticles
then you can shake

a stick at-but we have
nothing like this-pride
of place over

the mantle piece-
much thanks-see
you soon..

ii

i´ll have to show them
around i suppose
she is blase

meet and greet
i hope they don´t expect
too much..(look at the high street..)

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...