i don´t feel age-
i feel younger now
than when i was 21
there´s nothing like talking
******* when it comes to time..
they wonder if there is such a thing-
no time no space and so on..no waste of
money..no birthdays..or cake..

but i am miffed when they split
a second into tiny bits..i think we
were happier before-sunrise-sunset..
if we die in a second..when we were old
by forty..ding-****-****-crow..
o lord the stamping of the clock-card..

glastonbury seems an eternity
some old comment or timex
with a little nodding head of minnie-mouse
with a leather strap that left a mark on
my heart-that went where ever they went
somewhere..

ask me who i have talked to
lately lily preens her self
who-why should i tell you..

information is power-you see
the price of a hamburger at glastonbury-
16 pounds..

for tea i had a bowl of pasta and
sauce for a euro..i feel old crow-
then,we watched *******..

i thought i might rent an
allotment if such socialist concepts
still exist..land..

we live and die on the land
god´s not making any more
so i´ll put my name down now..

lily,you see the original glastonbury
ticket was a pound now
it´s nearly 400..

and they can´t pay the artists..
hey,my heart is free
yours,till the cows come home..

c..

what comes with ownership
is the pip-it is mine
it is yours

(we have war)..build your fence
high and keep them out but
there you are, with-in..

you, there in prison..
for flowers and vegetables
we sell ourselves..

if i had a garden
how happy i would be
how to begin..

some kind of general plan
there a flower here a tree
borders and what not..

perhaps a herb garden
a little glass house in
the corner then..

some potatoes and a
wheelbarrow
little bits of string

all colours!facing
the sun and something
for autumn..

winter blooms!
some wild grasses
for the little animals..

economy would be..
and i believe what they say
a rockery..

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,

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