i

so,they walk home
under the loving stars
together and alone
they go-b flat-la..

happy-come!
in time of wars
when hope is done-
for..

ii

over one flaky bridge
past sundry traffic
cones
they hear a swish..


they hold hands
and look up
a silence so palpable..
grumps says

shall we get some chips?
past the garbage truck
happy you stay here
with edna..

what would you like?
a home and family
how many kids?
...and plenty vinegar..

i

she put a flower
behind her ear
-pretty as edna

gb, makes a mental note..
this  moment-preserved..
he will write later:

we walked home together,
the stars mere pretenders-
thiefs with chips,
to edna,
with a flower behind her ear..

ii

ernie, cries bravo!
and performs something
vaguely iberian-

and happy joins in-!
why humans dance?
(so entitled..)

he re-enacts a killing
this moment of existance
the beauty of fire and night

the love of god
the shadow of light
the rising sun..

iii

then,he is collared by
lugubrious ***
(the doorman)

and finds himself
outside
(have we not been there?)

shamed once again but
happy
they begin..

iv

their walk home
beneath the stars
to surrender

free as the birdies
as the breeze
past and the future..

i


introductions can be
awkward-i just fall
supine-

that is backward-happy
to have my belly
scratched..

i want a drink and some-
thing to eat..
men,says edna,

are all alike..
the sun in the dust
is yellow, pink and green..

ii

the place is filled
and dreaming
can it be the same-

johnny crash gets his
order in,
any requests?

fat to thin,
old to young,
ernie wants, the end,

(by the doors)
blown, are the nails
of bordom..

iii

the silver tray will
flash like flowers in
the spectral dawn..

all are welcome!
(less the names of
the banned..

some minor discretion-
a word..
a land of chance..

where the music to
ought may happen
flies on fifths and

discordant ninths..
looks askance-me?
lotus eaters..o..!)

iv

buy a flower?
and put behind your ear,
edna

for we smile and
lean closer
saturday night

we shall dance
and laugh
the world our oyster..

i

to give it a full name
all our yesterdays
(or the future game..)

all the same-lugubrious
or happy-
he runs past ernie!

but stops enthralled
young again-a man in
a  hat

of the beige brigade
with the aid of dance
tells a story..

ii

when i was young
i danced alone and now
i dance alone-

the bit between was
fun
an eternity gone

all too soon-
i was a stone
i was a cross

i was water..but
look close do you see
regret?

do you see hate?
(happy leans out..)
wags his tail..

i have lived..
slowly,slowly,
he does the splits..

arms akimbo
defiant and proud
o crescendo...!