what?
what-what?
today what?

she put on her docs
and a top hat
a red ribbon

for a perfect throat-
the persecution
hypocrisy

greed..
cruelty..
just upped sticks

o no
there are always goats
to scape

(and sent into the
wilderness
bearing our

sins..)
who was at the door?
paul dirac

from over the way
i invited him for
a smoke some time

don´t mind?
no, seems nice
quiet..

shy..kind of..
genius
i want to pick his

brain
what did he want
sugar..

-and yet i am like a clock
that loses a second every millenium
(put that under worst
contradiction..)

do you consider your life
a success?
yes..i like to feed the ducks
simple things..

best memory
too many..
worst-being cursed
by the sparrows..

although we hold a
fretful truce
and they have been
my rescue..

do you think they will
print this ******* lily-
ed..
may-be..they will pay..

i remember them
the builders and the
farmers..
in the sweat kitchen
(the value of a dollar)
they were poor and
they were lonely
the bank was closed..

there was experience!
in the mountains
in the olives
three generations
picking up the nets-
look ma! on top of the
world!
lol..

in the tomatoes
shelter from the spring
blast
plastic
dinner with the family-cool
generosity-children and goats
chickens..the wine..
farm house fair..

the builders-no,
i can´t go there but
here were things that money
just could nt buy-
i felt young
a special time
the sea and sky
lord..

ok, we will give money
and death a break
lily,what of love?
you are the sort

stangers confess to
loving at first sight
do you trust them
no..

so what is their motive
*** or worse
poo!
that is their problem..

excuse me-(it is quiet as
a sparrows ****..)is this true?
it is what i remember but
perhaps imagination
or perhaps i was healing after
seeing the road accident..
or maybe we are surrounded
by invisible spirits or energy-
i don´t know..what is true?
my mum went to school with you
is that true?no i just enjoy annoying
people-a lot of it about-shall i continue?
if you want..

and so i biked home not a worry. i kept it secret being a secretive child and looked forward with anticipation to my next excursion to the quarry. (when i said the most banal things i was disbelieved so there was little point in trying to relate my experience.)it was the summer holidays i believe and i went the following day or the one after and biked past a huge viking and onto the road to greater casselton or little castleton or whatever. and it seemed a dogs age before i sped past the awful place where i.  got hit-(fortunately he lived! )and looking for the hole in the fence which was easy to miss..
i thought about marking it but this would just draw attention and then others might disturb.so i pushed through the trees and the hill became sandy and i struggled to push my bike. but at last found the entrance and took up my place by the waters edge.
i would compare the reflection in the water and wait..sure enough
there was a repeat performance nothing differed. only this time something was flashing in my eyes and i looked around to find the source of this annoyance. i shielded my eyes and traced it to the aforementioned bush upon the hill.in hindsight it was a mirror or bottle but then i was perplexed. i thought about climbing the steep path to investigate but i was held by the sight and sound show. this time i thought i would carry out a little experiment.  the voices were aloud enough. but i edged forward into the deeper water and looked as if i would take a substantial step. having no intention what-so-ever!and the voices grew in volume that made me jump back.! so i then stood and considered the ramifications..so, this was an invitation..i wondered..and when i was back in my original position the voices returned to their original. (such is death i dunno..)
   their voices became so loving and i considered..after that they seemed to recede and i went away and came back the next day for a repeat performance. this time it was interrupted or had nt began i can t recall by another. i was aware that someone stood behind me.

and so we turned to television
blue peter followed by the news
and the war in vietnam..was on..
nothing new..

atrocity..followed by the weather..
dixon of dock green where the bad man
was brought to justice..we had faith in
the policeman..

i had no possessions apart from a bike
and a bell-no telephone or lap-top..
there were fields to play, like
we sold apples door to door, so..

don´t think me luddite
but if a machine throws me
into the street

throws  my family into poverty
what am i to say
what am i to think..?

p.s.-what of silence?
it is beauty
it is conspiracy

is it god
hesitation
or creation

or destuction
a laugh
a tear

a swish of
the devil´s tail
a minutes or

a google
sparrow **** or
the last bugle..

for some
this
moment
four
round
sphere
hit
one...

(i
have
the
t-shirt..)

then
hurt
or me..

slinky..
a
space
hopper..!

love
magical
voice
and
the birds..!!

i-i

i sometimes wonder what
we would do without conformity
or diversity..

take a fizzy drink
we will call horse´s ****-if
we did n´t all want it

then, it would not be..
same with love and belief..
caw!..lily pauses...

ii

some of you are probably
wondering what is she-
a notated anarchist..

revolutionary poet doing
opening a supermarket?
i need the money..lol..

but the way to change
is from with-in-and everyone
must eat-

iii

i do wonder what tennyson
would have made of it all
our consumer society..

there is something comforting
there is order
what is yours is yours

what is mine is mine
how else can it be
render unto caeser..

iv

in times of yore
nomadic man roamed here and
there..

(now we have asda
progress-can´t stop-)
we fought or effed and

then built a fence and
posession hopped
into our hearts like

an endless summer
and here we are..
of the future..

v

to conform or
grow your hair and
don flairs

a dab of patchouli
behind the ear
a flower in the hair-

am i me lsd
love an alien
have a nice time or

vi

the snack aisle..
the diverse
where i see

vision of the wild
the grass
a dying tree..

vii

at this moment i
stand with scissors
and see your expectant faces-

life is pure profit
or a bargain basement
or short changed

or hauled before the
man to beg and beseech
innocence..

not a word i use lightly
i leave you with this
supermarket..

viii

ginsburg followed walt
around-as he eyed
the pretty boys-

lonely old grubber!
and indeed who has
not fallen head over

trolly wheels-we met by
the meat counter..
romantic tales..

two way mirrors
surveillance and
*****..

look-30 percent off
a machine and well
kept bathrooms..

the sun shine in two
just like it will..
empty and it´s fill
for me and
for you..

this is what i did
(as no-one showed interest
40 years is not too late)
at a civilized hour ´bout

eleven, and coffee and
cognac,lily..
i suffered the work
cafe-

a little old man or
lady wanted their
windows cleaned-
we would sit in their

lovely home amidst
cats,china and tiles and
good food for a few hours
and when the job done

they paid a days work
and smiling bid each
other adieux..
and away

for a bowl of bean soup
fresh from the bakers-
chicken and patatas
a craft of red..

when young
we were hip to jj-
the man
sipped tequila
while the med did
a thing..

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..

i put an e string on an old
guitar yesterday
we used words like stretch
and fray..

and then the ****** sky
turned orange
and that is one of the words
that nothing rhymes

with..and thats alright
for tomorrow
there is free paella!
ola..!

sin does not lighten
as i age
it takes on different
aspect-

procrastination and
sticky sweet
it is the wages
of nothing..

if you can find a purpose,
(either way!)
to see,
or to sea,
in this world,
indeed..the difference,
t´ween heaven
and hell-a letter-
Yours Sincerely,
a fortunate
porpoise..

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..

so long to another
time-just so many
obscure and subtle
references

which may be
interpreted as to
this or that
could be's-

analogy and metaphor
or simile-
if  a word of difference
meant

a god-**** thing-?!
they would be
extinct like a future
of peace and love..

i know,
they are waiting for me
to die..

patience, lily,
(she has a touch of
the paranoias..)

life passes in the
twinkling of an
eye..

trust in that..love
and ask not why
beauty and

acceptance
sure
10=10..!

ii

postumous is for
the possums
um-

when she dies
her work will be
wisdom-

beyond silver and
gold..
words like timeless

will be bandied
stories told
some of us

begin at the end
the very last
or penultimate

grain
to fall
..

iii

meanwhile life
is hard
a mean card

you hear the one
about the broken heart
and the

lost dirge-
eternal love sworn
some tooting words

fitted up like a acorn
some hallow accord
just to pass the hours

and then the dawns
sacrifcede
i thought different

but the truth at last
some grass
soon be dead

and then no more
cheating
and names

no more giraffes
that laugh and
wait

no more silly ways
10 will indeed equal 10
once again..

i

but on the positive
there is belief-
more of interest-

soon to be proved or disproved..
last word..?
o what a world!?

and into the void!
no more pain and no
more me..

ii

no more mornings
and little birds singing
coffee and eggs

no more silence
no wondering what comes
next

no more the tedious washing
up or off to the office
no more music..

iii

or writing..
no more nonsense
indeed-

no more senses
where o where will
they be..

are we afeared
****,we have lived
well..a tree..

i

crow in his nest
reads-(but does she
love me..?)

he plucks a feather
from his heart
and writes another:

ii

dear lily
my heart burns
like sun-set clouds

acrobatic turns
o wild and free!
the cool breeze..

iii

unrequitted
love
(cool as worms!?)

the whole sky
ours!?
say you love me..

iv

now i must fly
your turn-
counting the hours

why
scented fern
your underwaer..

barter has been replaced
by the corner shop
the corner shop by the supermarket
by a piece of plastic
ain ´t life fantastic?