tear it all down
one rainy afternoon
we were to be moved somewhere new..

but they could neither
shift the betrayal
(that ran too deep..)

after tradition and war
had taken their toll
(nor render hope..)

a gold fish in a bowl
not sure
free milk

to a future that sparkled
like piles of
dung..

did i sleep?
i had a dream
i had a dream
and you were in

it..or i dreamed
i was deaming
or dreamig or
you know

what i mean-(i will
awake in a minute!)
i kept saying-wake up!
to you but you said
i am already..

you are dreaming
well,that is odd
i said-look the chip pan
is smoking!there will
not be time-you said
you held my hand..

up is a problem but we
calmly watched as the flames
engulfed all around us..
it was kind of boring..
you said i know write a poem..
and a rodent whispered to them
love everyone..

in the lovely garden we sit
not a symbol but a thimble
(ok a symbol)
to pain the **** wit..

the rise with a wobble
and look for a magic lit
under the collapsable
o little thing itch..!

where is it?
where is it?!
among the dark sparkle
falling back on the back

of delicious dream-
a little mouse in ear
whispers-love everyone
she snores like a bear..

i

lily, where have you been?
like any good bohemian
i went in the direction-one

that dictates singular freedom
and two a structual discipline-
i said when i was young

i wanted for nothing
because i wanted nothing..
here was my wisdom

ii

facts and fiction-
can make a  combination
of interest, then..

and love, hope and wild
speculation,
say, when..?

just say none..
all kinds of beauty,non?
different ways of living..

iii

yes,how..
so,you have been doing
nothing..

yes,but as the lord buddha
sayss-
to do nothing is to do

iv

everything..
i wrote a poem:
when i was young-

so did i?
do you want to hear mine?
-god-go on..

v

when i was young
i travelled in an old van
living by the trout stream

and playing the penny whistle
in the town-
a tour de france

(very pretty!)
there were modern libraries
and old museums

no one bothered me
lots of markets
and the secours de catholic..

vi

(best to keep an open mind..)

vii

let´s hear yours?!

viii

something spontaneous-
sitting in the garden
i say pardon

cause the power tools
and airplanes
and no 32..

so much noise
i hear not the butterfly
or bee..

where is peace of mind
i say o god-
it is in me...!

i

and others best
forgot-
but lily says
examining a blade of
grass-the memory is auto-
nomous..

and what comes back-
come´s back..
hey, we can shrug
ah,nothing to be done!
or into a poem
celebrate or exorcise..

ii

mass murderers die happily
with their boots on
some beg for forgivness
for nothing
the sun will rise
this blade of grass the same
laugh or cry..

iii

it takes more muscles
to frown than smile-
let us be lazy!
let us stay in bed!
(and say what the heck..!?)
let us read, walt..
let us live in the trees..
o lotus eaters..!
we will forget..(if we
can...)

o)

what is the best way to
be?
random or  biscuits and
tea
at four..

the news paper and cross-word
30
years before-

let us see..a girl called
lily..
stranger..

i)

(8 letters-camus-the
definitive article-
first letter s..)

ii)

when i was young
she says
i never wanted much

but a cold beer
a plate of beans
an interesting conversation..

a sunset and some
music..some ****, perhaps
a good book..

iii)

(we are in the garden..)
now i am old-
and pretty much the same..

accept for the ****
which makes me bats
and the alcohol, of course

iv)

poetry has become one
we live with cats..
what i just said or

did..is any-ones guess..
harder to chew
harder to dress..

v)

but when i was young
we bet cognac
a shot was 25 drachma

we lived by the sea
in bamboo constructions
people called with

little presents-
i got this..?!
o..

vi)

or if it was the winter
we lived with the land-
lord

o lord!
what a palaver!
some stories told..