i dreamt about a poem
to my knowledge
i have not  

the grey sun
the little birdies song
i awoken to one..

i

i have forgot lily,
her eyes flashed
ravens alight
capture a vision..
in her wakening,
where i hid our
grass last night..
***** *** ****
beauty of
the first light
love thirsts
see her pale
pale skin
her black eye
dawn
the milkman
a sparrow
a horn..
dew..

ii

where o could it be?
wreck the place
mother-f..
she sleeps..
i watch her
her timeless beauty

iii

she is-
little sparrow
brave warrior
first kiss-
snoring, so i go
looksy..!

iv

how to begin
i am not comfortable
with such emotion
amazing how quickly
one goes from
rational human to mad thing
i think i bet she got
it..
this is how it goes..
over the years
hiding holes like love have grown
begin with the walls
o bring them down somewhere obvious
i will return
and she will be burning what pain-
down the couch
or new place
a reconstruction of
the night before
science
or blind anger
which spirals
purple faced
into hopeless tears
and wander
down the bar...

v

no quarter
said the warrior
a pint of lager
i love her

though it is
war
long periods
of boring

by mad action
dividing fractions
well,that was years
before..

how time goes
sweet armistice
(the left is
not what it was..)

but i am
happier
(could nt get no
******* sadder..)

on the positive
i turned out
to be a wizard
sometimes..

it is a case
of where to look
magic could be youtube
or books

writing and
colours
and a little
pointy hat

rats
lol
alakazam!
secret words..

vi

meanwhile
lily awakens-
the kraken
rises

from icy depth
smokes the last
of the grass and
she is herself

she is bit
paint a bit
red bit
red white black

yellow
in a mondrian
o
back to bed

soul mining
cohen
red wine
cosy..

vii

home comes thee
wizard..!?
of dark aspect
respect needed

happy but...
first a further
search
searcher!

secret powers
are on
pagan
hand

the body has
a memory
(he can not bear
the cooker

it is white
and sinister)
to gather the lost
we must dream

lily sings-
what you doing
my man,
looking for something..

(like a dream
a poem within
a poem)
when my heart

is full of love
all for you
my merlin
right here

now o!
a cry yonder
i found a bit of red-leb
from years before

the morning
a dove in flight
our pantheistic
pair

in arm and arm
fair in fair
what you been doing
painting..

gentle
but
so
strong..

god
love
god love..

fertile
this cosmic
river

run
wide
ours

universal
sweet
our

lives
all
toget­her..!

happy
and
wild

god´s
love
us

burning souls!
god´s love
god´s..

be careful heart you know the drill
those that make infinite
hole
that burn and tear years on

those that join up great continent
in between all space and will
stolen
my heart done-

for!
those who take for sport
those who can´t help it
those who will be caught
those who are just bored


those permanently ******
those dentists
those oil merchants
those experiments

in forgetfulness
those who walk through doors
those who soar
those who die

but pick and shovel
from one side to t´other
beware!beware!
small time

thunderbirds
the collectors
more holes than
blackburn lancashire

who wait for a knock
on their faces more
who store away tears
along with all the rest..

silence is of course
only silence
and does not bother me
one way or another

but perhaps you might
comment on my poem
or am i all alone
an opel stone..

a thumb up or
a heart or tears
(do they have that one)
or don´t bother..

i have only just noticed
but today i am a different person
i wondered what happened
though it will be soon done..

i have tried to be someone else
every day
i don´t usually notice
until i listen to music!
or pray..

it do come a surprise
so,whom was i yesterday
who am i today
and who tomorrow..

write every day?!
from some unasuming
fray
some harmless little
explosion
that leads
to armageddon
to her smiling
eyes
back to the
past
the way forever..

hawkwind
wind and hawk
beauty

no melody
says bruce
win or lose..

i

listen, lily, when the romans
built an aquaduct, the gradient
varied by half the width of a finger
over
a hundred yards-any more the
water damaged the walls-
any less it stagnated..

they also enjoyed throwing
errant slaves to the eels
(so swings and roundabouts..)
in every great civilization
there exist contrast-but
what of today-what of
posterity?

ii

she says petulantly
wrong is wrong is wrong
cause monkeys clap themselves
(it was a rhetorical question really
and the reference to the simian illudes..)
but they will wonder at our food-
in particular pizza and all-meat,
but on the positive there is  prosthetics..
(she returns in a huff to her book..)

iii

what is she reading?
early victorian-
bucolic tales..

we were raised in their shadow
the schools and prisons
of similar design..

tiny window-dicipline
terrible food..
corruption..

ghosts and superstition-
flora thompson reccounts
a young man´s suicide

he hung himself from a tree
they buried him at the crossroads
(in unhallowed ground)

they drove a spike
through his entrails..
why is suicide taboo?

a good question lily
upon which i will not
dwell..

we met at ikea and return
every year-we lie on the same bed
and hold hands..

i would like therapy
i would like to be a tree
(i am lily..)

i would like international
peace
i would like to be paid..

i would like a comfortable bed
love and understanding
co-operation..

i would like to be young
no,i would n´t
yes, i would..

ii

i am lily
i am free
as a breeze..

it´s just not funny
the tears run dry
what will be..

shall i find consolation?
will i embrace the last one?
(after a life of preparation..)

will i return?
will my energy burn
and to the cosmic stream

will i become eternal-
loving-
a tree or rat or bird..?

i had a searching dream
this morning-it is usually
my guitar but this one was
my car or van to be particular..

what does it mean any oneirologists
out there,in searching i find many
but not mine..it is not desparate more tiresome..
there is so much to dream about..

or i might not bother,
i mean,i am everything
and nothing..

all that is to come
all that has been
a daisy and a star..

all that hate over
nada..
when we are the same..

you hate me says lily
because-peering into her
navel-because, i know you..

but all the air
the trees and the birds
the whole universe

know her..clever
with her fluff
and iffy commas..