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,

?

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..

the, i mean, system seems
to have got very mean
for the hungry there is
the food bank-now, says crow
i know nothing about banking..
but generosity and compassion
are not usually attributes synonomous
with feeding the hungry and a bank..

perhaps a different name..but by putting
food and bank together..perhaps-
there are images-like collectors
at the door-we have come for our
mince pies and assorted canned goods-
sign here..another name..stop!are you and your children hungry..?
zero per cent interest

or a cafe where we can get a bowl of soup
and wash up..philantropists can do..
volenteers and the community so
i can make a bowl of soup for o
a pound-don´t say this would break
the bank..no..

dear lily

i take it is a no
some time so-money
and it´s accessibility or
civilization..

for some it rains and they
hate and for some there is none
and they hate..
probably..but everyone must..

no excuses..need first..
eating-name-of-game
and a roof over one-
food and shelter-and as this
so-called civilization falls
like many before..

their difficulty more accute
homeless next to criminality
hunger tedious..?the fruit
we harvest bitter truths..
so what to do..

ii

crow wants mercy or
something-where has he been living-
some dwell on the stars..

he wants something for nothing..
why should i
why should you-

don´t give me that empathy
humanity dying strains of a
forgotten waltz..

dear crow-
honey lasts and love
so-if your brains have fallen
out your snout and how.

l

they say silence will win
i would n´t argue-
what a to-do..

they tell him to go
but he´s still here
though he won´t play his guitar..

they tell him to shut it
now,he´s silent-
can you believe it..?!

or youth
or power
eternal life or

an easy death
truth and honour
or perhaps a cruise..

given a choice
what would you choose
brains or money-

(not that they are mutually
exclusive)- beauty..
or talent..?

i was eating a chicken wing
this morning-(a strange thing
for a vegetarian..)

when awoken by a building
exploding..there the dawn light
a long sting..

i am chuffed that you will act with honour
and kindness and i will try to reciprocate..
so  we can be friends..

i am happy that you are not trying to cheat me
as i am not trying to cheat you
we can look each other in the eye..

i am glad you want nothing from me
as i want nothing from you..
we can be honest..

next time i will
say-you get what you deserve..
what is that..

how do i know
what have you done
life has a strange way

of paying us back..
one plus one is one
what you say

we answer not to a god
but to ourselves..
fool  my self-see

how i get on..
you carry a heavy load
so do i..

be honest i dare us
i was and am lucky
so f you..

we met at ikea and return
every year-we lie on the same bed
and hold hands..

some ave trange ideas
in ikea
dissapearence and ******..

they came 2000 miles to
be here but they were not welcome
a problem-what do they want..

but now the crops will rot and
the hospitals closing and other stuff
of which i am ignorant..

what do they want though-well
they want a home and security
to be treated like a human being
same as you and me..

some will walk 2000 miles
to stand in your way
and say,what..?

should i die in ikea
gods of sensible furniture
take my soul there-
via cardboard and turn-key

to heaven of instruction, see
the  quiddity..
holder of temper, pray
an eternity of grey..

if i never go to ikea
then i will die happier..

i spoke with some people
i once knew
it was good to do..

we did nt speak then
and had not much to say
but it was nice to hear them..

surprised we had survived..
there was some fear too
what the future will hold..

he said, i no longer bother
don´t see the point to her
blah-blah-blah

silence lasts for-ever
now,she is no other
and no ha-ha-ha..

the poet is a serial killer
the holes in her
a stars mirror..

leafs sway her hair
left to wonder-she said
i don´t care..

i like to be free
she says three
is marvelous

a bowl of glass-
that says-
so long, and thanks for all

the fish..

i like to be free,
says lily
and dances what she means

like the tears of a clown
when there is no one
full of beans..

i like to be free, says lily
my self is mine own
completely and though others

are fine-the sun and moon
so-it is to me, is my first loyalty
o little sisters and brothers..

and when you say
what are you doing here
i say,hot women and cold beer..

no,what are you doing here
bijou tear..
bloated ghostly alien..

and they accuse me of naivete
lily wonders-i will not hate
she says..

my heart is my f own!
this small blue marble my home
my difference is mine..

who do i think i am
a sad alien or something..
my opinion..means nothing..

but just like you i am
alone on this little blue marble
hoping for the best..

the marble has gone and
alone-who wants to be alone?
we will believe anything
rather than, alone..

there may be 7 billion..
there may be alien..
there maybe spanish afternoon
television..but alone..

you know where it is,
some strange foible
between f9 and f10
(whatever they are..)

o my heart it is!
endless circle..
what does it portend
some fallen star..?

the future it is
the most fearful
it is the unknown
yellow with blue arc..

this marble is supreme
distraction
there is no light or
anything  but some hue
we call blue..and a background of
***** yellow-i see we have no future
i don´t care..

at this rate i thought
i might be of interest perhaps
not to others but to my self

a lost elf..a creel and a rod
not much but the less you want
the happier you are..?

i figured i was being ripped off
first by low wages and secondly
by high prices-a lost elf..

not much to be done about
that..but i tried to educate myself
for all that
see thinking is free..

you want to be paid
for your work
and i want to be paid
for mine

you will not be cheated
and i will not be cheated
simple is nt it..

and yet in these silly lines
there is so much..
war and hate
hate and war etc..

i had a searching dream
this morning-it is usually
my guitar but this one was
my car or van to be particular..

what does it mean any oneirologists
out there,in searching i find many
but not mine..it is not desparate more tiresome..
there is so much to dream about..