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lily says in
this here short story
a badge is refused

so the accused is in-
carcerated in a toilet
with a goat

and when released
he shoots six..
death in the azaleas!

5 elders and an innocent
in the crowd-called
the partridge festival..

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when suddenly from out
of the sky comes another
and they proceed to love one

another-alien lovers sweet and
tender hover..touching and
caressing over me and

the water..i would close my eyes but
can´t..cause i can´t..
look away..

he gently licks her swiveling eyes
and there is love and prehistoric
cries..

there is the way of the gods
blue and green
there is

time to come
the reeds sway and dance
nidits on their separate way..nidit day..

dear crow,
did n´t your mother ever say
never love a stranger, boy-

for they are here
and they are not here
like a favourite toy

something can´t remember
they will pull your wings away
and smile askance as you fall

cry outside their door
caw into a letter-box
take their underwear

they are not here..
not for nothing they care
not here..

waiting for inspiration
is like waiting for the alien
to shed a tear
(or **** in my ear..)

seeing the white, man,
(stay away from the light!)
vacant fear!
so far and yet..

bien..
as the french say,
keep calm..
something about
feet..

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hello-are you there?
you look
you find-

like gold in
the red desert
or love-

phrenology
ontology-
in your mind

or a butterfly minding
it´s own
do we choose..

ii

what is mineis
mine and whatis
yours..

civilization has been
in place for 2000 years
but as tennyson said

let ten thousand years pass
and then we wil talk of progress..!
possession will not last..

iii

shall we share
some universal tune
a magical aire

like the air
or will we have to
say we are through-

die away-
greed wins
live on the moon..

i

an old flame?!
is that not-just
la juste mot..?

how many years,
edna,
since we last met..?

ii

you look the same!?
o ****!?-
no,not changed a bit..

(grumpy puts his game
face on-)
may be we could sit

iii

play-catch-up..?
mossy on down memory lane
yup..?

a smile so pretty enough
of assent-yes,
i would like that..

iv

but watching at the
corner
stood the pup from hell

and his eyes are not red
but sea-green..
well..

let me tell you what
happiness is
when a tooth stops
aching and like-
wise a heart..

in the basement
what else
music-
my water colours..

my guitar..
no excesses-
the past forgot
happiness-

lotus eaters!?
always 4 o clock
a glass of milk and a twix
tick tock..

middle of  the road
no begining
no end
our love betwixt..

or how about i make my
own luck-
well,some one should consult

a dictionary-lily-is hung over
(sunday´s ****..)
happen chance..fortunate

born with a silver spoon
don´t care a f..
attitude-instinct

to the manner born
born into this
useless..

can´t think..
worthless
blow your horn

learn the blues
carefree
listen the breeze

will tell..
what to say..
careworn?

good luck
why was i born?
big bucks..

hold out!
don´t give in
no future?

love is pure
music or god
dawn..

how much do we
retain?
an interesting question
lily..

there are those who say,
they recall a former
life time-
(the brain

is the real-final
frontier-)
who you are
some  one said-
we are all stars..

(i forget who-),only,
we only use
a very little piece..
here, is what is to come..

there is this morning,
a marble upon the keyboard,
i observed with horror,
a yellow one-with an arc of
blue-what is it doing there?
frozen and paranoid,
getting old-in the playground
there was only joy-care
was a future..

with out trust
a suitable title
for our eulogy-

lily says ***,
there´s god
and money

there´s your
dog
there is today

and tomorrow
the birds and
sky..

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do you know what i don´t like
lily asks looking into the void
i don´t know sprouts or freud-

people who stand in front of
mirrors-the vain-the rude-
no,a book that falls apart as

i am trying to read it..
page by page by page..
(o no don´t..)

-hell hath no rage
like the state of my insides
(i won´t..)

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well.don´t read it then!?
what if it is something i have been
looking for..for years?

and what if someone has written in
the margin or under-lined words?
(tears are near)

telephone numbers
shopping list
test the pen..

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what if it smells of love
and the dedication reads:
to daddy from timothy

happy christmas-2 thousand,
kisses..
a plane ticket or train..

a flower or book mark
a bench in the park
that changes my life..

iv

you hear of books
changing people´s lives´..
perhaps,they fall apart

too..mine, was crime and
punishment-i was assaulted
by it-typical..

v

could have been worse-
her boyfriend was a boxer-
that guilt should be such

remorse..
and redemption through love
and faith..

vi

brings one to the stranglers
and a ticket given
a gecko on the wall

a butterfly on the glass
another light day
all the same..

live for today-
lifting an arm and
rainbow displayed
like so many displaced
universe-shall i read something?

ii

one of mine?

iii

i met my love
at the local bop
followed him to
the rest rooms

he was hot-
i looked down
he looked up
i asked what

star sign-
he said purple..
i said angel or
devil-

he said that
would be telling..
i asked him for

a match-
(he said brad pit
***..)
or why don´t we
wander  

this lonely existance
together
we are each other
anys hows

in a glance..
in a silence that
now and forever
so we had a bath..

i woke this dusty morn
with dreams forlorn
someone tossed a key
backhand to me but
fell where no-one knew..

we searched high and low
and though there were some
it was not the one
and to what did it cut
anger a hole in a heart or

you..in laughter..or dome´s
ancient tear..
to unlock and free your
love..
or your dying glance
to me..

i)

what you expect is seldom
what you get
but expectation is art

wishing into come
magical and dissapointment
is learning..

something is amiss
the silence of a
fish
a hushed drum
solo
in my mind o!

in elastic tension
of my head
quiet
something wrong
will  occur
bing-****!

ah no!
what is that
silent
raged forward
is it dying
is it stone
is it
my brain-

my hand
it is god
like light
take that!
(tiny
pain
quietude..)

hey dude
hows that
acid
i dunno
i just dropped
it
about
around..yeah..

o)

what is the best way to
be?
random or  biscuits and
tea
at four..

the news paper and cross-word
30
years before-

let us see..a girl called
lily..
stranger..

i)

(8 letters-camus-the
definitive article-
first letter s..)

ii)

when i was young
she says
i never wanted much

but a cold beer
a plate of beans
an interesting conversation..

a sunset and some
music..some ****, perhaps
a good book..

iii)

(we are in the garden..)
now i am old-
and pretty much the same..

accept for the ****
which makes me bats
and the alcohol, of course

iv)

poetry has become one
we live with cats..
what i just said or

did..is any-ones guess..
harder to chew
harder to dress..

v)

but when i was young
we bet cognac
a shot was 25 drachma

we lived by the sea
in bamboo constructions
people called with

little presents-
i got this..?!
o..

vi)

or if it was the winter
we lived with the land-
lord

o lord!
what a palaver!
some stories told..