i have a plethora of idea
but i think of my last word
instead and this is or was
blank..or agnosia-

(which is a new one on me)
the strange or unrecognised familliar
when doctor p looks at a glove
and has no ideas as to

what it is..he has become abstract as
a computer..due to a tumour..
so when he mistakes his wife for a hat
and tries to put her head on his head..

he is a muscian,a teacher and a
painter and continued working until
his death..i will not say my life is hard
and try not to complain..

correlation:the relationship
between two or tragedy
adds lily-

the trick is to recall her
first smile or an old
melody-

your song by elton
-or some dirge
by the lake´s side

picnic..
lemonade and tongue
or cyanide..

well,i say i could not
live without her
and god knows it´s

hard to live with her
changes and choice
take your pick

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..