purple flowers by the window
reiterate how ya doing
to a world of suffering
(has been but always so-)

there a lilac of inspiration
and a crown of hope too..
toward a life comes
a time we all once  anew..

the birds in the trees
the flowers and the bees
but you don´t get much
for nothing..

a monkey and his fleas
the pod with it´s peas
but you don´t..etc

the mrs on her knees
the neighbours shouting,please,
but..

salt from the seas
all we see
really..but..

the crap on tv
and
the crap on tv
but..

the birth of you and me!
and blessed eternity..!!
but you don´t get much
for nothing..

is there anything new
under the sun?
some word unknown
and true

well.
there are the *******
wildflowers
by my window

that whisper
and stick
my tormented soul
that lick

and kiss my brain
saying howdy!?
heavenly colours
new and old

pains
dance and jig
whee
but sooth

my brow
some how
biff and pow
flip my wig..

My biog-
now so
a dog
a hog
slurp do
**** the
marrow-
i stood lonely
by a bog
and angels song
beckoned to
me
a monkey
a cat
should
i have gone
slipped
in to
the fog
what price
hesitation
a mice
a rat
some one
else
always
not me
o
there songs
beauty
I
listening
rapt
lah
lahg
laghing
laughth
laugh
so merry
Singing
!
should
I
I
go..

ii

that is one
i thought
but  at
evil
lurked
with
sparked eye

near and in
o golly
somewhere
near
angel song
wickedness
asunder
there

dark willed
patient as
long
waited
i stood
waiting..

iii

o
then i spun
the devils crown!
an old crow
grinning

the badness
of so
much
just too
much

castigated to
such
an effed
place
some

disgraced
settled
by
adjacent
wickedness
o!

an­d laid
bare!
by a bog
i wonder
what happened..

iii

i lost my shoe
in the mud
not a pathfinder
(i may add)
the voices
levitated
out the water
and sung
i thought
what is this
the devil
shone near
too many
fruit gums
i controlled
the mix
the women
were beautiful
in the quiet
no birds
or trees
nothing
but these
exquisite
voices
i wondered
what was amiss
did they want
something?
sometimes a child
with too much
time
i was 9
or i was ten..

iii

i went many
times
well
three or four

each time the
same
voices
singing

lonely child
halucinating
already old
confused

was it love
generated
from within
my
brain

mayhap
should i have
stepped in
a front
page headline

of the local
gazette
was it just
to put
some fear
in

standing
by
a bog
an incident
from my biog..
to sell copies

no
i am on page
40
i can not
write prose
but some may
say
worse

a little boy
of nine
and a haunting
or a vision
or a battle
tween good
and evil..

Words bored
silence revered
god loved
man abhorred

hate soared
love accord
i hoarded
soon dead

life lead
spirit fed
yea forward
quietened

the poet said
silent wed
black and red
tread

collected
a moon
and sun
backward

easy
by hard
hard
but free

wove
to love
hove
o dove..

love god
god love
what dove
dove what
you should
i should
when would
would when
could now
now could
then now
now then
hard
drah!
word
lost found
found lost
hungered
hunger
red
present
moment
love god
god love
doves..

if the bird
in the agave
ceased
where should
i be?

(so,
dead, long,
long,
ago..)

word,
if conferred
amid
the congress

one great
unbroken
thud
delectable

we
wonderful
before
the pantheistic

nature of
all..
(as it began
tweet)

there have been strange
going-ons´
in the agave
the week gone-

the summer
beginning to wane
the wheateaters
a trifle

familiar-
they say
play us  a tune
good head-

let us arrest
and rejoice in
this moment
or

(some bread
would be nice)
summer is near-on
over

autumnal´s
melancholia
just around
the corner-

play an air!-
on that old hohner
(in g)
-down by the sally gardens..

after breakfast
with the egg still
on me
i fulfill

this request
plenty slide and
trill
a sweet memory-

more may be less
and their silence
is last
the green grass

what was is now
dry straw
the swallow balance
on tall

soar
and fall
with accompanying
twitters

cast
their happiness
nail
the moon´s

beam
still..
in the distance
a paper sails

-deer cross a
stream
at sunset
brown

and greens
i rush up
a hill
into town-

the end
and well-mannered
the black and white
tailed

but slowly an
encore
a refusal
there are chores

one castigates
from behind the
gable
sited

brevity
able
sorry
i have

to wash up
perhaps later
and worry
a bathe

you may fly
i an old
penny
in the war..

time goes slow when i got eczema
on my paw
i smoke marijuana
so the itch like straw

depart here and the howling fire
that burns my finger so
replaced from red planet
by soft meadow

and clear water..(in four
minutes or less..)