re-boredom-lies at the heart
of all sin-if not all
then nearly all-and part
of the human tragedy..

i am never bored
i remember as a child
i was bored constantly
so i know what it is..

but it went away
don´t know how or where
glad it did..happy..
if i may say..lily..

i never bothered with alcoholics
anonomous-no doubt a fine body
but listening to other´s problems

was  too depressing
no doubt there could be solace
but i thought i got into this mess alone

and i would get out of it alone
no doubt they had habits that i
could share say-group therapy

no doubt,ended in a big arguement
and increased the pressure
the problem was of course, boredom-

ii

boredom
when we were young
and when we are old

bored to sobs
man´s concentration so-
eqivalent to some of the more

advanced insects..the difference
is ******
i was bored

boredom is a tunnel we must
travail
when we were young  

they said machine
now,they say green
or telephone..

have we become too much
too much time
too much mind

an iron glove
a soft touch
the hieroglyphic sign

plain
pain
insane..

iii

lily, i have believed in balance
and acted accordingly or tried to
the stars above-the stars below..

so to the silence
my heart on the wing
your birdy song-

crow..

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..

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..