on the other hand what
we do has a habit of a hat
good intention not with-

what we give we get..
act of kindness-see through dress
pay our debt..

then of horse
long time dead and lost
the flowers..

regret is pointless
useless but invariably
part of our lives..

illogical, says lily
but can ****
like guilt..

they say it is worse to
regret what has not been
rather than what has..

how do they know..
she says she has no regrets
and feels no guilt..

only a harlot is a harlot..
from the moment of concept
our way lays before us..

i

potatoes and onions cost
well so does music
my hearties..

sure,you can sit round
the corner-but not much
is free..shout insults?!

but look hard in
the mirror-you will
see yourselves..

ii

sick of your hypocrisy
and *******
o god..

you are the people
of god
innocent..


iii

no farmers no food
but plenty slaves
and four wheel drives..

so give us a tune
cause we are alone
and poor..

that is so typical of you
i write a poem and i am now
blank as i don´t know..

it does nt even sound like me..
you were angry
i was angry-i don´t know

why..there were negative forces
at work-you know what i mean..
i liked you..

we love the moon
because..it is non-committal
and detatched from the affairs

of man..we try to drag it in
with poetry and science
but it remains..

aloof and laughing..fearful
that someone somewhere understands
or hollow..

ii

we  love the moon because..
it reminds us of when we were small
and we wanted a biscuit as big as..

but have never compromised
though the smile has got madder
essentially we remained..

iii

we love the moon because..
we don´t..this is a myth
we fear it..

it is paranoid-a mad wife
with a great white carving knife
held to the throat..

iv

we love the moon because
she is high priestess witness
to our love and suffering

and if she seems to laugh
o they are great tears
and we may join in..

v

we love the moon because..
we love the moon
because..

we love..
i mean **** it all
love and the moon..synonomous..

right, thank you little bird
here is a song-police and thieves
a prophetic little ditty
of guns-homogenous as leafs

from the same tree-i recall joe
strummer looking at me..
it was a long curious look
i looked back..

and mott the hop will take
us to the news..
hey, steve what do you say..
so joe..

he looked at me like i  knew
i knew enough not to..
a long time ago-give them enough rope..
and hitching home from the corn-exchange..

ii

do people still hitch-hike, steve?
i don´t know..why not..
i will ask..

it is a dodgy business
who was more frightening me
or them..