have gone out of order
must have order
the first and the last

the present and the past..
make the best of what we´ve got
nothing and nobody is useless..

we discover our inner nature through self-
reliance..how are we to find who we are?
a mote a star..

la la la
send more
blah blah blah..

hitting on last nights wine
she puts her book down
what is she reading?

the tao of pooh-(an eighties
christmas-stocking-filler-
do you remember..)

the way, according to pooh bear..
tigger and eeyore
owl, piglet etc..

she says,
one disease long life
no disease short life-

ancient chinese medicinal saying
those who recognise their limitation
better off..

for example,
when the storm blew and a tree
branch trapped them in owls house

it was piglet who climbed through the
letter box and saved the day..
use what you´ve got..

ii

the trouble with tigger is he thinks
he knows everything but he is a
bouncing half wit-

someone at the door-
owl is the scientist who knows nothing
and pooh is charming..

she has a letter
who did nt love roo-?
and together they question

innocent questions
unanswerable and deeply philosophic
full of love and wonder..

-it´s from crow-have gone
out of order-we must have order
what does he say..

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..