don´t look surprised
you knew all along
they were lies
some rancid song

full of the old cry
some lost throng
some smiles
like king kong..

don´t look surprised!
the sands slide away
and i am five at the
sea-side..

and still the undertow
threatens..
while o you are young
i am old..

the silly things no longer
bother me-(success)
their superiority is natural
and i enjoy all things
natural..

my cap sits squarely in
my hand-
not for a penny,lily..
the sand slide away..

other people´s faults
appall me-
says lily-

(or is it the word?)
mine however pale
into trivia..

impatience
pathological meaness
cowardice..

in the great scheme of
things-
those tiny sweet cymbals

(going ding...ding..)
eg spelling
another thing..

ii

my old man was a
generous sort
he walked into his local
and bought everyone a drink..

and he gave me what he
promised
i touched his dead hand
it was very cold..