don´t think me luddite
if the world were poet
then it would have pht
a dilly..


a long time previously,lily,
we would be a wheel
without an axel or something
in the tate..

why, because a door opened
is sometimes always-
who knows what may be
science and technology will
be the death us..

i

lily, they are going to send a rocket
into space with only women
who will drive and who the map
and who will sit in the back and
russle sweet wrappers and make
innate comment-look at that..

has that always been there..
alpha centauri?kuk big innit..
do tou want a sweet..
yello is my favourie colour..
does this seat go back any
further-i´ll be glad
when we get there-
where´s my hand bag..

ii

my mother and i would
spend hours in our back yard
watching the stars-

greater than silver and gold
but i feel we should leave them
where they are..

i

i woke this morning from a
lovely dream-i was young again
and kissing my woman and
we were laughing

and behind us was stacked
shoe boxes full of money..
someone said something and
i awoken..

ii

lily, i have tried to remember,
such a charm,
standing in front of the golden
mask

of tutankhamun..silence
like a sundown desert
reigned but what did i
ask..

i asked,or wished
the beauty and wisdom
for vision and calm
the love of the pyramid..

down under
they dig gold from the
ground and put beer in
their belly

thay don´t care about
the flies or if they are
smelly or the telly..
say-

they have a dream!
a golden seam
as long as your arm,mate..
and no dingo

croc,snake,spider
mechanical doo-daa
bureaucratic laws
will stop them..