i

what is of variance
more than a good dance
to express

the same but different
for each one
we worship romance

or wonder our existance!
like fire or fleeting as
a kiss..

ii

the plastic palm trees or the moon
makes no odds
i am blessed and naked

son of man-fred astaire
(one eye on the bouncers)
the precision of time

the dying swan
the celebration of the ****
that meant survival

the safe journey of it´s soul
back to it´s ancestors..
sun´s rise..

lily has the giggles
what is funny?
i have to dance
golly..

she is shadows
what is that?
snake  shed skin
ole..!

this..this prayer
and devotion and
belief-this is a tree or
spirit there of..

i see..what is that?
i got itchy ***..
scratch my back..
o god..?!?

i

i say to lily
(without the power of speech-)
it is funny
what i think is mediocre

is genius and vice-verse
i intimate my poetry
that is why we share
says she-

that is why we have critics..
it does nt really matter
what of silence
do we feel better?

ii

what is this creation
is it god left over
a thingm-jig of the brain..

is it money or boredom
what is funny?
nothing..

lily is in a tiff
she says i am
like that ancient greek poet
that stood beneath the iced water falls
for hours at a time-mad?
sensitive..

sleightly telepathic?
would nt do if i was thick
as two-short-planks
would it?
and with that rather archaic expression
i am transported back..


to an algerbraic equation
if x times y is a negative then..
my father sits with a red face
i don´t know what you are
going to do-i don´t..
neither did i..

i

who says that
lily is affronted
a scalded cat
stupid..

what it means
is a refference to the
telepathic
powers we have since lost..

the mountain of life
the dreams that possess us
obscure but obvious
wisdom and love..

try again,
they say,
if you want the world
(in it´s entirety)

to know-go whisper
it
up a mountain..
i would concur..

i should say from
the serpent´s way
it was unpreturbed
my hand hurt..

we forgot..
memory only a word
hastens the day
the blank page..