i

i sat in a field outside ******
and watched the scandanavians
while they doused themselves in
the ice cold stream..

and then about four or five deer
came by and drank from the
afore mentioned..
it was fun one eye on the sky

where the the sun hid shyly..
a steep climb up to the road
before the farmer came..
there was a dolphin..

ii

i sat by a cannon
and examining the surf
in another town
i think a siren was near-

for from the little waves
appeared a dolphin
it did nt stay..
before troy it was gone..

try again
you want to share what´s
mine..

how about,
if we share
what´s yourn..

we share our pain
some are good at coping
others not..

try again,
they say,
if you want the world
(in it´s entirety)

to know-go whisper
it
up a mountain..
i would concur..

that was more than i had
a clock called sad
i wept and sang


home on the range
tussled with c
dropped lsd

drank and laughed
lost in the flowers
and beautiful holland..

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..

lily says cheers i
see a lot of cameras!
(or telephones
aka..)
when the gentleman
hid from the lens
how were we amused..
fearing for his mortal soul..!?

and yet so entranced by the past
and this moment-did he glimse
a future..?where we mirrored some
warped image..some shcizophrenic
and paranoid laugh..

i mean taken as a whole with all
the technology..
some distopian vision
of hell-robots with smiles
love hearts and a selfie..

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

lily looks up from a page
why do i feel guilt
when i have done nothing..

what is she reading?
in patagonia-
because you are..

by bruce chatwin-
like winnie the poo
and ******

ii

when they pull out
your finger nails your to say ow
not be clever..

witches were clever
or are..
freedom a little shack

by the ocean..
dinosaurs and great open spaces
sailing the albatross..

iii

a certain penguin with
comical name
send out the a team

they make a glittering home
and the rest follow..
they are monogamous

iv

until death..
both raise the chick
in turn

they are generous
they share
there is no blame..

read identity,doctor,
by the mighty x ray specs
and have a dance..

we don´t want illness
we want a deal-
we don´t want space travel
we want a livable planet

we don´t want tents
we want affordable housing
we don´t want there-
we want here and now-

we don´t want this nightmare!
holy cow!
we don´t want war
if we were treated fair-

the eternal cry!
me, myself and i
we don t want to be rich
we don´t want to be poor

kind of middling would be nice
it might mean sharing
somethings a given-
food and shelter-

human rights a charter that
actually meant something
o we are clever
all we need is willing..

leaders of imagination
if we want this so called civilization
to last
or just go live on mars..

i think it is about equals
compromise-a cave over
looking the mojave
peaceful location..nice..

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

there is faith for all-
a tree..

this morning i awoke to
the cry of a gull
(not the fool)
but light of the sea-

glowing and hungry!-
they sit outside my
window and i feed them
some cat food..

they eat and laugh
(a little lewd)
but that is ok
how god made them..

dear lily,
thoughts on love,
are we not just puppets
the laughing hand above?

we fumble and we bumble
the grease paint blinding
hiding to a bow
the saddened string

only to encore:
i wish we had never met..and write
dreadful poetry about fate
and love and hate..

the dreaded rational
i deserve it..the things
i have done..this show
every cynical maneuver

under the footlights
like a nose that grows with
every lie
goats and cows..mountains..

the scenery changes but
it remains
if only- if-if..
your grass-hopper lover..

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..

lily is on the stage
to a multitude- funny and rough
a simple sage..

to tell the truth
the lion in a cage
an ancient youth

in a cynical age
(of never enough)
a lonely maze

off the cuff
and in a daze
in a rage

in a craze-
what is all this effing hate
these lonely days

this division, mates!
this divided way
what to say?

ii

i mean we have information
coming out the *****
cameras that talk

a selection of hamburgers..
what do we want
when we imagined a future

iii

love and computers
there was something to do
there was a cure

we assumed the dilemma
happy our finger tip
pip-pip..

iv

so quick did then become now
i can´t tell you
but i had nothing then

and i had nothing when
and i accumulated the same
and hope is how..

when you left me
i felt a weight lifted
care-free and gay
and yet devastated

studied but free
in the days drifted
by and away
but in the night

ate my heart and strayed..
when you left me..
your eyes and smile
all i could see..

i

i meant to stay a week
23 years ago
i was heading east
sleeping on a strecher so-

such is life..
i kind of found belief
enough just to know
a time of plenty..

ii))

transference is us?!
and living by denial
i remember breakfast
by the nile

i was only seventeen..
it was nice
though  not very well
so beautiful..

or youth
or power
eternal life or

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

i

can you see now
why we hated you
in retrospect..

the greed and corruption..
ah,the 1980´s..
i was young

ii

on the south side of crete
young and innocent
people from all around

the world-
cheap wine and time
it was fun..

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..

i


my work will be
read
when i´m
dead

(the rats will be
fed)
enough said
immortal

tread
shunt off this
mortal coil
head

to the stars
red..
love-
bled..

ii

i will have lived
i believe
just a fallen leaf-

it all too brief!
but the weave
eternal creed..

iii

enough of death?!
now, lily-
grok..!

the present left
let´s see
tick-tock..!

i am not contrast my
metaphor friends
am i a dilly simile
nein..

do i dream, a polar bear
in the wild flower?-nix..
reality IS poetry
yes..!

man can not be isolated
(covid was a timely reminder)
and yet we are to live on
another planet..

there are some who already do-
lily says, look at this-what is that?
a pk 42 with the latest do-da
for killing and maiming..

a bargain..no more re-loading..
lazer sights..so where are we
in the dark-wait,wait..
a marble egg thrown through

the television-o no-
ah, these demons are to be
exorcised-get that rainbow
at the ready so..

a single line is everything
sapphire and cracked emerald
a trifle used and hotter
our muse-local hotty-

lily..!thanks steve-******..
i got a few things to say-
they may not rhyme and
i do not pray

but to look and crave
my hearts tranquillity
some times i moon
of latent crime

sooner live in a cave-
than live guilty..!
they who said i never
make it..

when i could not say
before back then..
but in my stupid way
was clever..

and today i write
not all i cannot remember
and amen to that..
so teachers..

bar room fannies
bus drivers and who else
-reduced to state of idiocy
by this cruel world

a little child..who could not
think or speak..could not
spell my name-that was the
guiness-lol..

pulled my self out..
not with a shout of not i
but who cares and read
some sacred lines..

began way way!and today
well,hard to believe
easy to laugh but easier to cry
hey just easy..thankyou..

when young and idealistict i
joined the communists
(and forgot all about it)
then,i come to believe all revolution
betrayed..

now,i refuse to think about it
and read and play music, instead
what might have been as tears
trickle from the eyes and
drip from the innocent chin..

i

do not fear the reaper!peripatetic
we have fame and fortune
on line one-
ask me a question, lily..

ok-wisdom in a matchbox?
ok..
what happens when an unstopable
force hits an immovable object..

ok..
that´s right-something to consider-
on line one
can i play my violin..it´s a poem..
(go on..)

ii

peripatetic-to wander upon
one
to find one

d has come and gone
we will miss him
so grounded in dream..

he said,all is what it seems
love and beauty, a whim-
look and find..

iii

well,this hour has sped
are we not the dead
this is lily saying sayanora-
hope you enjoy as much as

i..
yours forever
cross eyed and painless
over to you steve..
much love and thanks..

every man must have at least
a place he can go-
(crime and punishment)

fearful sentiment..
may i never know
and you also..