thatcher was a green grocers daughter
she married a millionaire
(but i don´t hold that against her..)

she had twins while studying law or
something..she was the minister for education
we called her thatcher the milk snatcher..

as juniors we were given a free quarter
every morning-a glass bottle with silver
top..that sometimes in the winter
the birds pilfered-we had a straw..

i recall that contented hush and the poorer
kids that had had no breakfast had two or
sometimes more-(i never made milk monitor..)
but they had to balance the books or

the chieftan tank called for..
why, i would wonder would we soldier
for such a mean spirited pile of *****
and that god forsaken life..?

i

crow in his nest
reads-(but does she
love me..?)

he plucks a feather
from his heart
and writes another:

ii

dear lily
my heart burns
like sun-set clouds

acrobatic turns
o wild and free!
the cool breeze..

iii

unrequitted
love
(cool as worms!?)

the whole sky
ours!?
say you love me..

iv

now i must fly
your turn-
counting the hours

why
scented fern
your underwaer..

they will dine upon your heart
amid silence and ****** complaint
they ask and you have forgot
what your looking at..

you will be the boot..
a hole where once layed the part
a sole or soul or just nowt
now a toy soon forgot

you are pathetic and you will agree-tut-
filling your glass from an empty bottle but-
but them no buts..
you look like jabba the hut..

and you feel like it, yes,
never love a stranger your mother
might have said and now they are
even prettier..

post card from spain
i originally came
to study flamenco

25 years ago..still here then..
with the grace of the gods
and friends

some call sparrows
graceful and loving
faith and love to them..

but settled on cats
rats and carcassi..
some old old

melody..
wrote poetry
a canadian..

i

with a merry whistle
she opens an epistle
with a kiss

from the crow (which
is a stalking avis-if
you did n´t know)

from hades-she *****
marmalade
from a dissolute thumb..

i love you til times end
come
i love you  until

no flower effloresce
-bloom
i love you

til the seas run
to ruin
i love you

to a deserts silence
(and to a lou reed
tune..)

i love you from the
first time and the last
hue

my eyes perceive..
what to do?
say lily, oh say,

you love me too!?
down here a lost soul
drop me a line-

your little bird
perhapsabsurd
but always yourn..