it is a new day
when i am how to say
etc..!

three small letters
free of fetters
free!

(dodging the men
in white!)
here the moment

light-
linear in little
brown whens-

not if or but
when-
certain..

i

a)


got to keep writing
o note to self
i remember my life
sleeping sand hard

concrete worse..
now i have a dicky hip
no surprise
i should have worked harder

and paid rent but the more
i worked the more drunk
i got
and i worked hardest

when drunken..
(but insane..)
so i took refuge in
reading


b)


the written word
became god
there is sanity
in tolstoi

i roamed with anna
but more transfixed
by bbd as he played chess
things looked darker

but by the waves
life is grand
war and peace
s you ran off with

i hope you are well
and realize by now
the gravity
of your offence


c)

i had to forgive you
because you had recently
married and now was
on the run..

and her brothers were hot
on your trail
you see for every corner
and the loud door

i should explain that s was desparate
for liturature
so for a brother
i lent him

peace when i was coming to the
end of war
and he swore
so he married

they were drunk
he said the party was on
war and peace..!
he knew her a week..

they had his passport
they had shotguns..
we got very ******
sorry,about the book

good man yourself
what a party man
o s you just wanted
to get married..

what an effing party
in this old fisherman´s cafe
on the sea harbour
we laughed...

so long to another time
just a fall
finger print in crime-
to hit a wall
some bitter wine
love on  call-
(hold the line!)
and that was all..
on the toss of a dime
a late night brawl
ah, she was fine
(lithe and tall)
far gone say neon
the rain bawls
and crying
his stammer and stall
-her number a crucifiction
she has  *****
for two ear rings
silver and gol´d..
spies a phone!
and play a dirge
lay of stone
his thirst
someone written
some thing cursed
451-
(lust a prefix-)
(hey!we are nt done
you one fancy trick!
yo sweet one!?
-resentment thick
like alone-
bitter as pitch
hard as bone
called it..)
a ring tones
ring-ring-silver
and gold-hello-
a disembodied voice
bring-how expect me
to answer when i
blowing your best friend-yo
mama-you there!?
our hero takes to the
air-
you there!
like he paper
in a fire blown
to coole air
woed and woe
!
you there,darling,
i wrote this,
like a poem within
a poem-as you wiped
the blood off my face-
called-(silver and gold-)

I was low so god
knew he brought you
to me..
(when i lay k.o.´d)
and i believed anew
as i saw your eyes
two fallen stars
from the firmenent
such a treasure hoved?!
(of silver and gold..!)

(beep-as a man sows
so shall he reap..)

so long a time to
another one
the begining to
the end from
genesis to revelation

it is about and in a fine spring
the all and thing wild flowering
craning their god like seen joy in
ecstasy..

as little birds laugh twittering
a mild breeze everyhow flowing
across and to blue fresh scenes
a love of endless sea..

grief and death banished why
in this holy birth of the legendary
sign of our sweetest beginngs..
sigh the moon and suns to see..

man has lost all trace
of his woman
-a spirit of love
gone!

and in it´s place-
materialism?!
(roman above
athens!)

but in her face
still,a wisdom
and hell
all depends..

i

i am time surfer
i crawl through space
i am in your brain
in..

lily you are high
again..
witches ate that
pretty one..

i am inside
do not hide
i can read
your mind
they were burned

ii

lewd creature..
it is mushroom season
how ever
don´ t eat them
as you go along..

lol..i could nt wait
i met everyone
it was free and it
was fun..

as all the colours played
and my perception grew
or i thought it did..
from a far..

i spied the groundsman
strolling over
and dogs like magic
a lovely clear morning..

it is a short grass and
no frost
you lose something
no..

i put them in cider
i made spagetti
now you can get a kit
let my self not get
the better of me..


iii

lily pipes up
they are natural
god meant us to get
high..
that is so..

but not to ****
each other with
guns or sabre
or rock..

we hid and were
just prey
while searching
for magic
i found
friendly
interest..

i don´t know if i can wait
i don't know if i can die
do i believe in fate
(life a lover´s sigh..)

i do try not to fear
my eyes unborn star
while outside rain falling
and leonard reads his poems..

i)

a butterfly for the
very eye
it made some wild
cry
a whole with
my
eyes

a whole
aye!
t 'was i
blind?
my life
by-

and by..
silently
i, moon
on a
loving see
sighed

a lost child
love tried
I would bide
hide
hi
h

E ar
M usic


all i ever
needed
all i ever
wanted
all
A
ll..

ii)

when i was
small

iii)

now i am
T
all


iv)

a lost soul
bargain basement
sold
dreams soiled
hard boiled
foiled

v)
but music
remained the
same


vi)

that is life

i

music is space
when that is
then we are
happy stars

like lace
or a kiss
hear soar
inspire

some lithe
gaps
a blithe tap
and fire

in but between
near
and far
pat

pat
pat..

clowns with fake bells
your name
what to tell
a game..

what a ******* hell
no particular aim
say well
the blame

lies well
lame
jester bell
love wains

hate swells
what a dame
he fell..
(fake dumb bells..)

i


lily,
i am adventurere see
on some great clipper sea
but no pressed, no not me,
but to find courage and honesty!

i love robert louis
conrads style
i want to be..
gauguin..free,
in a mad spree..
a pearl in your teeth..
beauty...!

they see land
the tree..
rites of passage
and stars,
lily..
and god..
old by forty
and some forsaken past
and riddin stories..
to driven quite mad..

there s one about me..

or i tell this one anyway..

when i was chased by the hotel
manager by moon light and
gun point..

treat us like *****..
stay in that *******
fire hazard..
i held her back..
she threw stuff at him
***** got his gun..
it was fun..

ii

so we curled up
on a park bench
and watched the stars..

iii

she said
lily
it was filthy
and bunched a pillow
case
that slammed the distance
and surprised his face..
the other followed this..
he could not move as
he was too ******..
the sheet was a full sail
beauty that shot past..
and engulfed him
and stood a ghost..
i thought this might end
badly..so what seemed an eternity
followed while he fought his way
out and an expression to be..
golly..i thought,you should live
with her..
he ran off for his gun..

iv

he was only to show
room..
how did it go so
wrong..

v

so he runs back in
what a nice day it
had been..

we had a royal
harbour do..
cognac like mothers milk..

shame to die..with his gun..
there involved some ****** struggle
i noted myself in the middle
i should stay in this hole..
we giggled..
ah mercy..

and the long and winding descent
backward we went
our hotel manager wants us dead
i wouldnt haunt this bet..
lily you witch!
i am innocent..
and out..
down and out..
and no room..

but the warm night
and the bright orbs
our real friends..

we cried down the stairs
to our muse
our true friends
be ours..and ***
else..down and i
our true alleigence..

he waved his gun at us
he showed us eternity
we went
rather live in any tent..
then wave that infernal pistol
at us..**** your tip buddy..
and we choreographed..
while she charged..
on our park bench
we laughed
down ..

vi

you were only to show
a room..
that is not so much

i guess you were a ghost
it was a memorable stay
we had a nice day

a cognac in every bar
sun,poor day to die
dead in some hovel..

because of some why
down some night most
lily
what say..

a long winded

you get paid for selling
shoes
you get paid for cutting hair
i want to be paid for
playing the guitar..

you get paid for selling
stocks and shares
you get paid for selling
time-share
i want to be paid etc

you get paid for selling
weapons
you get paid for selling children
i want to..so on

you get paid for selling ******
you get paid for selling ******
i want..


you get paid for nothing
you get paid for nothing
i..

so i learned the guitar
with belief and ardor
driven by love and
threatened by gangsters..

mr. stevens, gentle teacher
carcassi guilini and sor
there was the time sand
where dedication lingers..

in his rails and drifter
the life of the traveler
his sweetheart´s hand
hardship and sufferings..

oh the old furniture!
wet arpeggios
and brightest andante
all that anonymous..

ah..the sunsets were
the irrefutable  lore
ah all the bonny lands
for better or for worse..

so harmonics preacher
the deepest core..
all recalled in wand
of magical verse..


all remembered in entire
in a lingering flaw
a travelling heart band
a gold listened purse...

silence seems to
be
one plus one
young a
cool fortune..
(we
feel
cheated
naturally..)

a million
quietly
we may see
total that!
which is not
neutered-
equals two..

poetry by
consensus!
may turn to
guess
three
!
a bambino!

four and finally
a hushed house
or the sky
what wants
some distant
cry
you and i..

we danced around the may pole
though sometimes it rained
i watched the falling rain
and considered god´s soul..

(ribbons of red white and blue-
though what jingoistic sentiment
had to do with panthiestic beauty
i did not know..)

still,the grace of the little children
something old and something new
sometimes the sun shone
how sweet the circle grew..!

so, like the ostrich you stuck
your head in the proverbial sand
(lily the merciless)-yes,

but in my defence-the position hopeless,
as thatcher defined the times,
there was no alternative..or is..

lily, why not
a t shirt
heat was hot
an open heart
work would
donkey hut
time stopped..

dear to me
a treasured boot
wait..
white cut
blue eyed
the great truth
an old blanket
said stars about
my own route..

lily,young then!
youth when
a day eternal
a planet suite
how sea blue
how skies blue
how warm bread
nothing all and
not possible..

i



long wind
about 40 second
s..
from begining to end..
but in rewind..

effing eternal..!
ah..the cool park bench
then we got the cops
they were cool too..

under the beautiful orbs
we shared a cigarette
and watched the stars
like so many ghosts..

getting older in
same moment..
never never
repeated..

ii


i reminisce lily girl friend..


iii

before i am dead..
i will sonnet it

how
start at the end
lily backward..

iv

sitting we by the great will of god head,
we shared a smoke and watched the brightest stars,
any,we were alive of stoutest hearts,
not ghosts..never..never..never..she said,
we laughed..and gave yesterday´s old sad bread
to the ducks..we will recall the past war-
they say go to hell go there go very so far,
for i would rather expire...yet....be dead,

we were blanked and from the ******* harbour,
he ran off for his gun after a ghosts
stance and i thought this cost..(and i so lost..)
she hurled stuff at the night right manager,
then soon about second we were like hosts
reflected and shiny it´s love the most..

v

olives and gazpacho
toasted bread so
potato salad
hummus **..

in the glass
no
mais wee
there from
long ago..

undeniable
now
i
know..


o lord i see
only..

j,vhjmhn