i

like you know the way
like it stretches
like time

reds and brown
gold like heaven
-less  a pitza

more religious
experience
utopia..

ii

and then we are obese
so we watch tv
things are tedious..

then,we do stuff we´d
rather not-ah..
dystopia..

what is to be
hope-a stick of celery
and a dip..

i-i

i sometimes wonder what
we would do without conformity
or diversity..

take a fizzy drink
we will call horse´s ****-if
we did n´t all want it

then, it would not be..
same with love and belief..
caw!..lily pauses...

ii

some of you are probably
wondering what is she-
a notated anarchist..

revolutionary poet doing
opening a supermarket?
i need the money..lol..

but the way to change
is from with-in-and everyone
must eat-

iii

i do wonder what tennyson
would have made of it all
our consumer society..

there is something comforting
there is order
what is yours is yours

what is mine is mine
how else can it be
render unto caeser..

iv

in times of yore
nomadic man roamed here and
there..

(now we have asda
progress-can´t stop-)
we fought or effed and

then built a fence and
posession hopped
into our hearts like

an endless summer
and here we are..
of the future..

v

to conform or
grow your hair and
don flairs

a dab of patchouli
behind the ear
a flower in the hair-

am i me lsd
love an alien
have a nice time or

vi

the snack aisle..
the diverse
where i see

vision of the wild
the grass
a dying tree..

vii

at this moment i
stand with scissors
and see your expectant faces-

life is pure profit
or a bargain basement
or short changed

or hauled before the
man to beg and beseech
innocence..

not a word i use lightly
i leave you with this
supermarket..

viii

ginsburg followed walt
around-as he eyed
the pretty boys-

lonely old grubber!
and indeed who has
not fallen head over

trolly wheels-we met by
the meat counter..
romantic tales..

two way mirrors
surveillance and
*****..

look-30 percent off
a machine and well
kept bathrooms..

i

but on the positive
there is belief-
more of interest-

soon to be proved or disproved..
last word..?
o what a world!?

and into the void!
no more pain and no
more me..

ii

no more mornings
and little birds singing
coffee and eggs

no more silence
no wondering what comes
next

no more the tedious washing
up or off to the office
no more music..

iii

or writing..
no more nonsense
indeed-

no more senses
where o where will
they be..

are we afeared
****,we have lived
well..a tree..