i

sorry about that
a bottle of black cat
some absinthe-

artists can´t think..
we leave that to the scientists
and where has that got us..?

ii

thankyou for the feather and sack
i nailed it to the wall and put the feather
in the middle..

the collective unconscience and archetype
an example there of..
poem and garden..?

dear lily,

?

dear crow,

wish dream as below
so is above or so
a balance too

natural magic know
the imagination-the will
o..

the simple and beautiful
from the weather to a feather
humanity and co..

ii

you are a little boy
flapping his hands
at what he wants but doesn´t..

crying and crying..
you want mummy´s hand
you want to waste..

when you have what you wanted
o dear-you don´t want it..
lying on the floor in the supermarket..

driving in your little car
o peep-peep
look at me..!

exactly the same as a
bottle of coca-cola dark
and clear..

and crow, who is to blame?
someone over there!
poor dear..hamburger..

iii

still,there is redemption
an uncarved block-
a mirror..

there is always the sun
love literature and love
agree to differ..

others like you love
yourself..learning..
etc..

wish, is imagination is will
is reality-yes, lily..little circles
of smoke are civilizations

that rise and fall with the latest
weaponry-a knock at the door-
she come back a parcel-

is it death?no,a single black
feather..and a note love and war
and a sack..

**** casting spells now..one word-
archetypes, it says..
she spreads her toast..

dear crow

i wished for nought and
that is what i got but
in nothing..

there are sweeties and love
laughter and faith
integrity..poetry..

as goethe once said
be careful what you wish for
in your youth for in middle-age
that is what you become..

i don´t know if that´s true, lily
i wished to be a millionaire by the
age of thirty-hum..
i was a ***..well,

i studied literature and music
but where did it get me..
drunk and living on a beach
still it was a niche

not rich but interested..
maybe,that is something money
can´t buy-it put the i in i
and a blue sky..

dear crow,

you are naive now
my little fowl-
for every free nourishing

bowl(of soup) there is a sad
hamburger deflating in a polystyrene
container..somewhere..

profits before people-we
are to storm the bastille
naked starving before anything

is done..not that i preach
violence (only to be betrayed again?)
i suggest you plant a garden

and write a poem..yours,
lacking humanity and any sympathy
lily..