re-boredom-lies at the heart
of all sin-if not all
then nearly all-and part
of the human tragedy..

i am never bored
i remember as a child
i was bored constantly
so i know what it is..

but it went away
don´t know how or where
glad it did..happy..
if i may say..lily..

hope is snow
each a flake of genius
belief so..

the wee bird in my
window
we want to share o..

poems from the basement-
i stayed with a couple in the attic
once-

the police led him away in handcuffs
there were state of the art cameras
lights and dogs..

there were plain clothes and soldiers
bright lights and a thin divide
there, was his woman unsuprised..

followed, i left town
i took a bus for the country side
the air was sweet..

motivate

motivate-
a perspective pit
stand to attention!

what is worth doing
what has to be done
reverse it-

no,too cryptic-she taps
a pencil against teeth
that barely shown-motivate-

write it down-what we
want..wrong and right
why write..


ii

because the earth is flat
and i have something to say
i have to have direction

some kind of internal compass
if up turns out to be down
and round and round..

i)

well..down at the
pickled, it is quite still,
(after happy hour some tears, perhaps..)

johnny crash, and the sad rehearse,
you aint nothing but a hound dog!
ernie,lone star, on the dance-floor

with a move reminiscent of
travolta
threatens to throw a hip..

ii)

a god points at a silver star-
edna and gb take their drinks to
a quiet corner..

do you remember..?!some
laughter..two heads close but
not too close

silhouettes
like shy flowers..
time´s illusionary petals

iii)

fall away..
well, quite a long time ago..
(but behind and in the window

happy stands-like
hal in the lip-reading scene
of 2001..)

iv

*** the doorman approaching
with his raffle-tickets
but they seem like

they have won
a cruise to a sunny horizon
do you guys need refreshing?

no,we are fine-not a cloud,
johnny sings of a thing called love
and even the sad are smiling..

iv

a happy ending..
he makes his way to the door
*** is solid-gone

happy waits patiently
sniffs his paw
he will go say, howdy..

i should say from
the serpent´s way
it was unpreturbed
my hand hurt..

we forgot..
memory only a word
hastens the day
the blank page..

i?

how she changed from death,
there must have been a moment,
illusive as jam on toast..

there must have been a breath,
what they call an epiphany,
maybe..

she said long time dead!?
not so much left
what alternative..?

ii

what is better then why
it is a beginning-
the aroma of fresh java!

what next?
a jump into the unknown
eggs benedict..

life
and ketchup
the only way..

the poet is a serial killer
the holes in her
a stars mirror..

leafs sway her hair
left to wonder-she said
i don´t care..

i have come to understand effort
once i would just give up
when teacher said no such word
as can´t-

i would scoff..but it is the act
it is the love..we put in..
and somehow get back..
the leaf is thin..

to motivate-
to just do the washing up
with joy in my heart..!

a tate a tate,
with the love of god,
(etheral as sparrow-****..)

instead, i hear nina and
she is wild as the wind
(for clevor trevor..)

some ave trange ideas
in ikea
dissapearence and ******..

now, is a strange concoction
of future and nostalgia
lily, i hear the contented suction

of straws from chilled milk
bottles which blue **** had pecked
and left jagged-

free milk provided by the state
which the children unfortunate
to go without breakfast enjoyed and

had two-which of course would
bankrupt the country today..
what with the price of state of the art jet

fighters..and to make resolutions
which is also tough-given up so many avenues
of pleasure already..

(hey well a
onomatopoeia....)
a poem of soup
a soup of poem
if only
only if
salt and p
pepper and s
bread so crunchy
crunchy bread
hot and spicy
thick and red
thick or thin
in my belly
on me chin
down  and down...
so-so
soup for you!
soup for me!
(enough said..)

who do i think i am
a sad alien or something..
my opinion..means nothing..

but just like you i am
alone on this little blue marble
hoping for the best..

i

i get bored with the clever
(not trevor)
but they whom look down

from no particular height
(i have an opinion
just like them)

i say light
they say dark
reactionary, lily..

ii

me?
not you-
money..

say money..
money..
now live without..

come on happy?!
let´s go for a walk-
it´s a lovely day!
-though you don´t
deserve it
after last night´s
performance..

leave it out!
passive/aggressive xxxx
the state of my head..watch?!
i can hardly wag my tail..
you go-
i´ll dream of the innocent..
i´ll lie and twitch..

WHEN my mind is empty
i wonder why-is it the negative
energy or am i just lazy, why..
o to live..

my father would say
i was too lazy to fall off  the couch
i tried it once-ouch..
(that is the kind of thing they say..)

i felt safe there, outside-monsters
roamed
so i lay with mirror and comb
beautiful world leader..

i can´t..
(no,you can´t)
does n´t matter

how clever..
well i might roam india
with loving bowl

shave my head
and save my soul
meet beautiful people..!

ii

like a blue bird
-life is magical
(that´s an option)

choice is imperative
open winged
through the midnight..

iii

i am thinking intermediate
lily something with black thorns
but marks and sparks..

blood in the walk-naomi
dear don´t fidget so-
todd you are late..

i

i was ****** lily laughs
but why bother i ask you
if not for lot´s of money
and applause..

the green room of god
the creative urge and you
know so effing bored
and look at this-

pip pip another rejection
slip..
not suitable..!?
ha!

(a suitable epitaph..)
they called me
a star..
is a star is a star..

ii

dancing under the stars
i say lord above
out and out
savage loved

once but that
amigos
is enough
la..!

i

as poly succinctly has it
-identity is the crisis can´t
you see

but to know yourself is
taboo..
unless lily quips

you know yourself
as an utter xxxx
and don´t care..

ii

ah, we are in the bath again
(strangers without pain)
candles aflickering..

conversation as bubbles..
bowie sings we are the
dead on a bootleg..

iii

who do you like
i like whitman
he got me through..

he will..
such a lovely human
i have n´t read him

for so long
i want to
but don´t..

iv

what about the beats
i like lew welch
anyone else..

the russians
for me it´s
serendipity..

v

time goes hey
now your old
i have never

been on horse back
never mind
i don´t..

dear crow

what is arrogance surpassed?
minion,my opinion..
we will gather around the stone..

cry or laugh
what i think-you don´ t
have to pay..

it is free-where space man landed
to the gods of fertility we
sacrificed..

i will read and reject the oligarchy
once more free-high on this world
happy the feather..

  yours til the end-lily..

re:boredom
when you come by
say arn´t i special..!?

and bored i answer
yes,you are..
the tatt is your mother?

and your lovely long
hair
ah,you are an artist..

i can´t sing
i can´t dance
and i can´t play guitar-

i will be a star!
yes,you will..
a question of belief..

poe looks on cynically
pausing in his ablutions-
so,we should have some
kind of moral conscience

we should  care for others..?
has nt it all been done-
every revolution is betrayed
lilly touches an ear and

droplets decorate her crown
an ancient beauty
stars are stray and gone
in love by comparison..

why do you expect something
from me
do i owe you something

you would n´t give me
the pickings from your nose
if i was starving..

they came 2000 miles to
be here but they were not welcome
a problem-what do they want..

but now the crops will rot and
the hospitals closing and other stuff
of which i am ignorant..

what do they want though-well
they want a home and security
to be treated like a human being
same as you and me..

poetry is not like
a bus and yet-
lily taps her foot

when i alight
upon the light
and the lights

go ping-
the driver asks
if i want a ticket

and where i would go?
i think of goa
and all the other

pretty places-
i consider space
within and without..

i consider him
his shining dome
general design

after all my life
his hands..
change-(that word

again..)and up a
spiral
while accelerating!

and breaking
up and back and
on..!

above the trees
the brown plowed
fields

to sit at my seat
like boiled owl
lick my ice cream cone..

i do like william blake
says lily
and sticks a spliff in
her mouth-

what would he make
of us?
put him in front of
a television

the cars and airoplane..
(he saw angels anyhow..)but
still killing each other
so no surprise there..