dear crow

what is arrogance surpassed?
minion,my opinion..
we will gather around the stone..

cry or laugh
what i think-you don´ t
have to pay..

it is free-where space man landed
to the gods of fertility we
sacrificed..

i will read and reject the oligarchy
once more free-high on this world
happy the feather..

  yours til the end-lily..

thin the line
i look down at you
looking up..

it can all go very wrong
i mean to die
and you are mean...

you bet regret
bury your head
your last thought..

you are arrogance surpassed
but i like you for that..
yes you are alright
david in full flight
the hash in my pipe
the view of the arc
caught you in the park-not too
bad..
sad little bird
a lost diamond..rich and poor
your jackdaw-caw..

hello crow!

freedom of choice
not only for the boys-
let us be generous-

let hunger and homelessness
be a crime-comensurate with
double parking on a

bank holiday..let hate be an
abomination-boredom too..
pride in

our love and education-
let there be equal pay
for men and women..

let the huge gulf ´tween poor
and rich, dwindle-
let life be a holiday

and not a life-sentence in
moaning and complaining..
let the children be happy..

let there be thimbles
upon the street-let us be safe..
silver and gold is not all..

ii

i have been asked to read
at the pagan gathering
by the stones..

hope to see you, crow
my dear avis true
as one-lily..

hey lily...!

long time no viddy..?!
(a clockwork orange-)
no words ryhme with orange-

why not?imagine a future
where violent gangs roam
a strange language

and drugs are the cure..
freedom of choice, a man
worry me feather..!

caught you in the park
we are to choose
god says..

choose your burger
choose hull
choose phillip larkin..

choose freedom
violence is always wrong
choose  choice and choosing..

your blackest raven
on the wing
purple shining..

if it were to me
there´d be no gravity
and my heart where it should
be..

would be..
if it were up to me..
and we´d fly free..!?
the vista to be-lieve..
faith a tree..

but it is not..the pavement
hot-polystyrene caught ´tween
earth and heaven..
blackest of raven, my heart..

to write is to live
or to die
it is to give

to write is with
or without
you as, if..

to write is biff
or boff-
some sieve..