because i have no need
except to eat
and the elements at bay

keep..
some human exchange
would be nice

a safe enviroment in which
to be-a nice cup of tea
and a twix o

(habitual me..)
i need nothing
that is suffice..

a house was a home
but now speculation
the billionaires made 2

trillion last year-i
would do too-
no good denying human

nature..i would buy a new guitar
but would that make me any better
it any more fun..

i

do not fear the reaper!peripatetic
we have fame and fortune
on line one-
ask me a question, lily..

ok-wisdom in a matchbox?
ok..
what happens when an unstopable
force hits an immovable object..

ok..
that´s right-something to consider-
on line one
can i play my violin..it´s a poem..
(go on..)

ii

peripatetic-to wander upon
one
to find one

d has come and gone
we will miss him
so grounded in dream..

he said,all is what it seems
love and beauty, a whim-
look and find..

iii

well,this hour has sped
are we not the dead
this is lily saying sayanora-
hope you enjoy as much as

i..
yours forever
cross eyed and painless
over to you steve..
much love and thanks..

i

jason,is on line sevwen
paper on the lip
what you say,jase..?
lily,you think youre the

cat´s miaow.. ****..
you ain´t nothing..
well,i think..
and don´t give it

that old double-negative
jive asss wise ***
cause i aint even listen..
look, i could spend an eternity

fighting (and one fight leads
to another)-we  destroy,preserve
or create-up to us-we get what
we give..

o middle of the road with
a bit of bob..on mine line nine
shared bread and wine
purple the very soul..

is christopher-hey chris-did
you know st christopher is no
longer patron saint of travellers
******..

you are through to lily-seer to
the stars..what is your pregunta..?
can i read a poem lily i wrote
it for you..

on you go, my simple kind of man
try  not to swear
we are live-
in theory..

ii

you make me happy
like a lemon tree
sometimes, the lombardy

your refferences
obscure
see

an answer
no longer a
question..

rootless and parched
you bring the rain
you can

i can
why not
can..

on line two-there is
a caller?!hey?!
what would you do
if you were attacked by
a big dog, lily-well,i would run
i suposse..

though sometimes there is
no where to run..
i don´t know-something
unexpected-offer love and
friendship
a kiss-and what is your
favourite poem..?

i don´t really have one
the next or the last
walter de la mare..
or when confronted by
a predator-punch it on
the nose..prey for divine
intervention..

ii

can you make up something
now?

-i don´t know-there is
a little bird that bothers me
white wings perhaps a portend
of death-twigs shiver..
the sky howling whence
it has been-seeing through my
window-what may it be..
through one eye and frozen expression
he considers ..is it past future
or now, i don´t know..

iii

thanks, bye!..o good luck!
(i don´t believe in luck-)
my mum went to school with you
now i am ancient..

and sometimes a child..
between assorted hex
between a twix at four
and no hell..

you know that no-how
hiker-death in the eye
all roads lead
a lost log blues..

i

time..i am told we are
opening up the lines
not lying in a hot bath

with a bottle of jack
but the first caller-
we are through..

to the prettiest star!
caw..!
i have a memory-

we lived in a donkey hut
above the bay
sunset and ferry

warm retsina and
musicians and strippers
the village hummed

chilled bums-
panic in detroit
is that you, crow?!

lily,i can read your mind..did you take my underwear..?!
off the line-
click..

a lad insane..
(another poem from me)
for crow..

ii

for whose heart
(as greedy as the guiri)
for my love,
alas, can never be..

i am to myself-first!
(the wing to the sky)
for all that thirst
for reason, why

to they that share
bread and wine
to them that dare
be a future time..