tommy is
bad
the red
****** up

he rubs
ahind
a hot fish
even spell

pup
cup
in
wicked
wick

well
hell
fell
love

out upon
the spike
like
gone

she go
she went
another
town

another
cosmos
friday
o grog..

if i were to draw up a manifesto
there would be nothing new
just the same old platitudes!
(so unlikely as the years pass..)

water and electricity would be
in the governments hands..
that goes for  trains and all essential
services..

there would be a building of
houses-at a fixed rent affordable
to all-a decent minimum wage
rigidly enforced..

income tax would fixed at 30 percent
65 and 90..
along those lines..
something to share..

we would make an equable society
vivisection illegal..
like wise poverty
for the old..

and children..
the arms industry
folded
off shore banking
a thing of the past..

teachers treated
with respect and paid
likewise..
likewise  garbage collectors etc..

the nhs would have whatever
it needs..
dentists,vets,lawyers,the city..
would bleed..

there would be howls of protest
from the rich and wealthy but
they may leave..
though there money would stay..

after so many years of their dominance
and just look about..
capital has failed only but the few..
getting fewer..

so a few ideas off the top..
so much fairy dust
still can´t hurt to dream
who knows..

i am rather torn
when it comes to
suicide
on the one hand
it is one´s own
life
but on the other
this destruction
may spiral wide
reverberate
through time
gathering power
depositing
sadness
and despair
til the whole
world falls
asunder
beseeching
and to the
pretty
blue
i
we
you
they
cry why..!!

*a mention of suicide by
twigzy..

a hoopoe flew to  silhoutte
with  snail or such lark..
pivotted a proud head
a grin like a wise  monarch..

it´ s variegated plummage
blackened by twilight´
sigh..
side to side it´ s mischievous
eye..!

and all a rush now away
up and away!
savoured it´ s catch at
the end of the day..

home to it´s roost
in a flurry of detailed
be-
the swallow and hushed
agave..

ii


but then i flicked it
off a nearby stick
and danced to some
music
on some skanky
blanket
of grey
and love
thus relieving
the boredom
and stress
fear
etc..
paint and not
there oh therre
so i enjoyed
there and gods
smiled down..

ii

remember
time fodder
as i get older

i recall more
a closed door
pretty fur

lily lou lover
given more
love store

but not
some hot
some colder..

love is war
the art of war
machines..

circles ..

i survived myself because of myself
a mix of the diabolically clever
and ridiculously slow
perched on some far away shelf
happy as a ******
with little to do..

the sky perfectly reflected me
and in my turn i adorned it
with various unspoken woe
i was four for three
the devil´s wit
nothing did know..

i said i know i
with instinct
through
age old way
look into this
sad heart
genius or idiot
o wise mirror
are we not lost
as urchin..

lunch

iii

you know what should occur
should you glance over my shoulder
into the same mirror..
o lost soul there!

i collected them like insect
on a shortening twine ha!
like a sunken boy in green
and darkening spaced..

like a distant crying well..
and they were question
what is that all there..
time for sharing!

faced white cry momma!
we that nothing now feelay!
feel that sucker!
ti po ta..

should you glance in the same mirror
some ways to a bottomless fall
all the endless night and days
lost into a single glance..

monday is a day
in any old way
(not,say a
fray..)
it holds i
like a new baby
like a found stray
(no time to be
like a honey bee)
placates me
like the *** brays
butter on maize
utter a sigh
be blithe!
monday morn

ing
ring
swing
sing
thing
ping..!

i watered the flower
to red and greens
a small love ours
grab at and leans

into our heart..
swept the dust
that ends to start
the same-a must

for what is
what will be
washed the dishes
and made tea..

i am inspired
until
white found
or words

flit like extinct
birds
like love in
your eyes

i am ready to die
to bite dirt
and expired

remember you
love
and how much
much

it hurts
(the past
like clouds above
they would take that)

to create
to be like a god
to be-a star
but there is you.

life is rough
too much love
not enough-
live

too fast
die too young
don´t ask
fun

fun!?
grow old
a setting sun
cold

and alone..
yeah
life is so..
where

is the
corazon,
hope,
understanding..

i don´t know
but if you
do
answers on

a
post
card
por favor..

i


more fusion of memory
reality and lost sadness
zzzz goes lily
well i cant like some see

to some apolyptic madness
this **** loves this moment
like debussys clare la lune
and chopin..

lily hits on the wine like
great kindness
elongates her blooming
spine..

man can start again..
women will have less pain
we might have learned something
she smiles you known..

all the answers..everything in us
the wine is..
wine was my downfall tst..
she blows a sweet kiss..

it gave me super powers
i was the intro to rachmaninhoff
piano concerto..
but i never thought of everything..

going kaput..

ii

somehow i was warm
not so alone
thirties are
tricky
one
with wine
the romans knew
a thing or two
but never went kaput..
in wine
there is idyl..
and wild
stamping hats
there is all the myths
not forgetting vertis
give me a tall beaker
of red and a brand fire
and the sky of all those poxy stars..
lily,i can´t concieve of nothing
we will not destroy us..

ii

me,
i am normal
i ´ll not
die
to save
the world?!

(or for the love
of a space-girl)neither,
i would rather
eat
than a compliment-

rather than my
toe-
nails pulled
i would sign
on

the dotted line...(that says ouch..!)
my sworn testament,
will verify,
that black is
white,

and white is
black..
front back
normal
like you

freedom of expression
is all well and
dandy
but when

one´s ******
in a vice
mice-elephants
and vice
lies-

-versa
that´s sure
quite normal
i´m sure
(even the threat
suffice-)

lies are normally
just  augmented
truth (or bits left
out..)-
truth is best!

and the best truth
is thank goodness
it is not me..!
as we march off
to war..

i am inspired
by time and
by the sparrows

i am inspired by
bugs
(i can not find)

-also communal
desire
fire

the power of
minds
napolean coste

trees
afternoon tea
dostoyevski

the pantheistic
nature of
the universe

polite people
some smile
miles

and miles
the sky
you and i

i am inspired
by leonard cohen
by bill and ben

the beginning
the end
and the little

bit betwixt
twix
cold milk

the word
ilk
elk

and whelks
kindness
the same

differences
obscure
references

i am inspired by
knowledge
(mahap,

my lack
there of)
the edges

of stuff
love
(but not

doughnuts)
snowdrifts
if,buts

and maybe
aunty mary
getting on

inspiration
never ending
never..

a first line an opening line
an introduction..

an ice breaker
a fire starter..

a big bang
block sang..

a holy sign
your hear mine..

do you come here often
a word too soften

a smile..
something interesting

somewhat inane
and at the same time..

some mot juste
some witty expression..

you are cute
you so cute..

dancing thro the night
higher than a kite..

in one picture a woman
on a telephone the lead
which leads to what may
have been a golden mannequin..

her eyes are blind and her mouth
hangs down she looks left..(her left)
the doll stands on the table..
in the heels what look like bullets..

in the second a scene in a washroom
a young man flees clearly affronted..
a woman bespectacled watches his retreating
back..and dries her hands..

everyone is incredible
it goes without saying
everyone is perfect and
dazzling..
everyone is thin...

(taken from a magazine..)

i


it´ s around this here
mundane hour
or that there
where i get near

some right now then
higher or low
the mo so
captured when

it nails a tear
to the great cross
some heart
and i know

nothing
that i know
which lo
is comforting

that is to say that
in every and any
i am wrong
certainly if you

listen to my wife..parenthesis
never the less
through comes a truth
what ever it may be..

how do i know
because i have known
thus lost knowing
recalled no

felt
instinct
we were once
so
but no longer..

ii


i recall another
scared the life
out of me..parenthesis
though benign..

he said without
saying i would never
meet another like
him..

he proved a quintissential
cunning man
his glance left
something..

some understanding
some aspiration
a desire for learning
and so on..

though i think his
ways wordless
but natures´
he instilled faith..

i)

do you ever look
at your reflection
for the first time
a song or book

or a poem
or a sign
a triangle
or circling

a lost time
ed
d
eh?

(teachers would ask
s. what are u
?
what can you say

(i hexed their ***
but good)
a frown  grown
like a mushroom!

a reflection
a dark hood
glass
a noose..)

ii)

they say,
the first world war
was the end
of our civilization..

when a whole generation
was slaughtered
followed by a virus
that did for millions

iii)

in the mirror
a day
of unashamed care
will once be us

a clear cool water
will slip by
a sweet prayer
times love

equals
alway
s.
and for

ever
er
r
.

ii


i have bewitched her..exclamation
but for the better
now a pur
echo´ s there

now relief´ s astir
once lost for
before
here

quiet
too quiet
and quieter
ah..

a great sigh
bare
stretch love
just a last breath

just
an eye
close
..

lily bitten
her heart smitten
she says boredom
and alienation..

she likes to sink
her teeth in
her aggression
civilisation veneer

thin..disappear her
gentle loving and wild
and grin her fang
witch caved and eyed

red..jungle side dissapates
gentleness and kind waits
some crmson coagulated
sun and moon tied..

she says sorry
a recalcitrant child
pretty and mild
a gentle sigh..

or i will give advice?!
what my father never said..
(and try not to patronise..)

don´t pick your nose-
long time dead!
learn to cook..

find a woman and you
will find love
there is always someone

watching..
don´t get old son-
read leonard cohen

love is god sent
stay away from the cider tent
hark to bill and ben

find what you love and
do that-your a dog
your a cat..

there is dream and there
is the real-seek and bon-chance
on that one..

bare your soul and make
a million and good luck on that
one..

don´t climb trees
when your high
listen well children..!

there are doors of perception-
you will not have your cake
and william blake..

we are angel and devil
the choice loquacious mandible
is fake..

ride a camel..
like it all if you can
play a clever hand..

put your head in a lion
get the write end
sing and dance you own..

be proud but no too proud
be loud but..
live in a hut on the sand..

end in the end
begin ..
don´t outstay your welcome..

yeah..so no one has a good word to say
or no-one has any word to say
well,the past over of today
come good when in our graves..

when madonna calls me one of
todays most talented poets
or paul mccartney says
one of the best guitarists..

i shall have to be kicking up
the daisy(s)
ah..poor me..
-to die is sometimes the only way..

i have written over 2000
poems that mean nothing-
just so much sand
in the *** hole of existing..

what about excitement..
-a ball passing between two
sticks..
no none..

i lurk around supermarkets..
i read old books..
i get ****** and listen to old dub
tracks..(at the week-end)

still, how beautiful the day long
and majestic!
how sweet the little song birds
entreaty-

hear me
!
see the brightest way!
kiss this wild dome!
(or write a poem...)

i

it rained through the
night
a miraculous load
i was in the land of
nod-

does nt seem right-
happy!-
the flora and
fauna!life goes on
around the corner..

ii

i dreamed of a lost
sight-
some obscure code
an inscribed lid-

some dark lighted
mystery!
spaketh the distant
star-!life goes on
around the corner..


iii

is white black and black
white
(a predictable mode)
a laughter hid

by tears of old
melancholy
so near and yet so
far!life goes on a-
round the corner..

i thought i might
ramble now
and be found miles
from home

in just my pipe
and slippers
and smile,
whisper-

my heart
young like
a spring morn
ah,born again..

doctor,as my guitar
will add
melancholia is madness
waiting to occur-
it needs to be snipped
in the bud but
nothing only
may require
a flower might
want water
know what i mean
babbling will not
heal or pills neither
love unrequited
we must pay
or else

****,it is hot
is it hot ****,
hot ****,is it
it is hot ****..

not a question
a not question
question not a

doubt mind
mind doubt

out!
.

;

i could have
done with a
little purpoise..

mostly, i felt
like a dolphin
sniffing mines..

but also not
a whale of a
time
tried not to carp

selfish
shellfish
eel pie
high

be off
cod
leave
love..

again all my ruddy heart gone
lily you are my lovely poem
with the sick seconds..
put on your cowboy boots..

my heart is some slick stone
a derailed why and when
miaow like a leopard
our love can´t refute..


our love love til all done
til end of everything...
give me cute-
put on your cowboy boots..

if we have a collection for the musician
every one to benefit give a little
perhaps some more from businessmen
there will be an interest every day..

in the air and around the water
through the green and in the blue
toward the later morning and
around about evening too!

many people might come too
spending money and say
who is that country boy?
classical and improvised blues..

why not..every body has a right to
make a living for themselves
and really if there is anything
that might save this civilization

it might be generosity..