yes miss-what is a society?-
well, that is a good question
it is us-

a collective consciousness
a guide for moral behaviour
supposedly..

mrs thatcher famously said
there is no such thing as
society

only a collection of
individuals and
immorality

greed etc
could make hay..
-and what did wilde

mean when he said
society can forgive a
criminal but never a

dreamer..?miss?
was he thinking of himself?
or perhaps jesus..

well children who
knows what a dreamer is..
monkey..?

i met a man of the circus
you could here it
his fathers-
clowns and light-


magic and applause..
he said won´t you play-
his handle-bars!?
(am i a charity..)

listen-la´s-give it away
for love or if you have to eat
and god bless the fray..
once, i knew an honest

man..say,

ii

lily,you would think,
strange, had lost it´s
currency

in this day and age..
-language is meaningless
soon,we will just babble..

on screens
scream and howl
like camera caged

owls-our feathers
terminally ruffled
of  outrage..

iii

(sounds familliar..)
it is not the one´s
with purple hair

but  hearts pierced
with nothing
to look out for-

they care for nada
(not even money)
and certainy not

for the stars
they really don´t want it
or just a reasonable part..

the moment-
wetting my pants
or sat in a cold bath

while the birds laugh..
am i genghis khan?
or napolean?

today..
tomorrow..
-goes on..

lily nods and says
birds are alright but
what of snakes..
i had forgot

till a star reminded me-
i was bitten by one-it
was scuttling past and i
gave it assistance

putting him somewhere safe
(away from the concrete
and heat..)
i grabbed his tail and he

spun round and sunk his
fangs into my hand..
i admonished him gently
and gently prised his jaws

apart..what a delicate beauty
the skull possessed,then, put him
in the weeds and he sped off
without a backward glance..

ii

poetry magazines might
like that..
or is there a club..

i prefer bens to be
honest
or one of teds..

i

i woke this morning from a
lovely dream-i was young again
and kissing my woman and
we were laughing

and behind us was stacked
shoe boxes full of money..
someone said something and
i awoken..

ii

lily, i have tried to remember,
such a charm,
standing in front of the golden
mask

of tutankhamun..silence
like a sundown desert
reigned but what did i
ask..

i asked,or wished
the beauty and wisdom
for vision and calm
the love of the pyramid..

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..?

one given to utopian predilection miss
one who sees the stars-
my mum says my dad
lives in a
dream and he should get off
his-
-yes-one who sees potential-
you all have potential, children!
so, why should someone be ostracised
or victimised
because they believe..?
someone like vincent van gogh
who was he?
someone else...?

i spent a christmas in berlin
once-it was very nice..
but i have never been so cold and

stayed in some very strange places
and saw some interesting peoples
heard some stories

drank hot co-co and cream!
looked after cats and
had a nice time..

i

-and i have always shared
some kind of infinity
with that flora-

affinity-from van gogh
to allen ginsbergs
sutra..

there is love and
inspiration
some cure..

some thing magical
and useful
not to mention

the colour-
yellow is god on
high..

ii

perhaps you will
return
as a sunflower?!

ah sunflower! weary of
time..
who countest the steps

of the sun..
blake william
eternal

infinite..
(not unlike the colour
yellow..)

iii

so where are we..
-fame and fortune?
when you were young

you gladly spurned
to be a beautiful sun flower
-loves resurrection..

about the size of it
odd is ambition
even the word..

i)

the first time
reflection is not to be
denied
¨but upon reflection
i changed my
mind¨

with lsd
i saw for the first
time:
dawn was everything
we dream-

i rejoiced!
birth and death
the same!
for once
certain!
twice..
refrained..

ii)

in the brain
in the brain
is everything

take time
look around
look around

throw dynamite
and run like
billy-o--billy o..

so i will try my hand at prose again..(will it take long the chip shop is closing-what is your name?-they call me monkey-a superior sort?!to some..well don´t let me stop you..it´s ok i´m a fat **** any how..)
       ...he stood behind and looked at the empty space..so after a while turned with a whirl and stomped away in an arrogant tizzy. i went on my way and returned the next day. The voices were there again but not so loud and after a while they grew quieter until they ceased altogether .but i did not give up and continued to visit the quarry. then one day i went and by the entrance stood two very large policemen. i tried to pass as if on a mission of some urgency but one blocked the way.said something like- no, son..but before, i distinctly lip-read-here-he-is..and they looked crest-fallen. what did this mean?
any way, i tried to charge them..without success..what were they doing there? feeling myself outgunned i made a hasty retreat but not before shooting them a look over my shoulder that should have turned them both to stone. right there and then..this was nearly the end of the adventure but i went once or twice again. but they had boarded up the entrance.as i recall there was a narrow passing that led to the opening. this they had blocked with hardboard and barbed wire.so not to be defeated completely i looked at this construction and began my interest in the abstract..

a)

solitude
woo
chet baker do
almost blue

alone or alien
too
teacher asked-
what are you

kind of red
that goes
ah..

b)

all they ever
wanted
was your heart

to stick little
pins-in and laugh
now is that too

much to ask
for free
of course..

ii

a)

sunday morning and
they even messed
with the time..

b)

what is wrong with
colour
i wish to be

a sunflower or a
bright vermillion
dragon

with a flickering grey
tongue
with eyes

as dead as the ages
one toe raised
and a tail quivering

like a nightmare
before and always
you..

iii

a)

dark lily?
´tis the season to be
the bloodied rose..!

b)

we never celebrated halloween
it came across the ocean..

the vicar said it was sick
we burned revolutionary catholics-

we built effegies
and begged pennies

the nieghbours said o
eff off now-

but ate our baked potatoes
we had fire works and fire so

rockets and catherine wheels
named after crucified martyrs

roman fountains and jumping jacks
and second degree burns

the sirens lit the rainy night
sparkelers bright wrote

we sang,remember, remember
the fifth of november

gunpowder, treason and plot..
and drank hot

soup and that,pyramids
can´t recall what they did..

b)

at school we learned
of guy fawks
who tried to blow up

the houses of parliment
but was grassed up
he was hung drawn and quartered

and his ashes scattered at
the crossroads
his head upon a spike

on westminster bridge
or something
how times change..