i am an enchanter
look deep to the star
twin and singular

far and far
for and for
lovers

as we are
and will be
circulars
to eternity..!

i see and saw little
point in hate
genius is the middle
the fulcrum saint

truth and the devil
extremely faint
somewhere peripheral
a negative taint-

the centre a crazy cat..!?
i found my inspiration
in my heart
that is where the fun

is at..!
(kept
apart
a secret

light..)

do you remember yourselves?
do you recall your arrogance?
ah,it was yours!?-
we were a species of non-human-

there to increase your wealth..
your beauty enhanced,
were you the law
of a proud land-!

but you got what you deserved?
a little bird has told such
and it came from the core-
your own hand..!

i

nevermind the size
of this planet
have a look in the
garden

or indeed
on our ceiling..
a tiny perfect butterfly
splayed against

the window of
no particular hue..
a wasp type
moved in

head slams me
on occassion
where a light
would be..

lots of happy wet
slugs
purposeful
centipedes..

an armoured soul
not changed
from ever
and days

when altogether
with the flies
and mosquito
and so on..

and now a new
cat
called stewart
no end..

i had a purple
but was crumpled
ah well not
to dwell
some love
just disolved not
all lost..

a lesson learned?
faith burned?or
future´s earned
(delicate fern..)

i realized who you are
when lying in bed
last night..

i thought this being
rather typical
of myself..

i have had an awful
delayed reaction
which has plagued

me all my life..
this one
i can hardly believe..

you got it all wrong
it´s you..
you have said it in song
it´s you..

they burrow in your tongue
it´s you..
we look from your eye hung
it´s you..

you will shiver black and brown
it´s you..
they will carry you down-
it´s you..

to hell..while your screaming
it´s you..
if only we were dreaming..
it´s you..

why and fingers pointing
it is you..
one great red circling
you..

something of the fate
something from the past
let our love last
it is YOU..!

i


i became interested in poetry
through bukowski
basically

i thought poetry was about
love and daffodils
literally

but can be about boozing
and ******, fighting
cats and dogs..

ii

why not drop
food and medical
aid?

from airplanes
(or helicopter)
clearly marked

bottles of water
and so..
¨from god..¨!?!

(A ripple of
applause
cod..?)(-cash on delivery..)

iii

lily says
thankyou..
this is called-

the universe-
(my mum went to
school with you!?)

iv

i feel ancient
like the light
that travels from
furthest depth

it is twisted and
bent
still lit

but hopeful..
like luggage lost
in transit

i await..
i have a number
and pretty colour

soul intact
can the can
computer enhanced..

v

what is wrong with
man?
well,it is the difference

(in silence)
between a power tool
screaming kids

yappy dogs
desparate dans
and a circle..

not any ones fault
not yours
but not mine..

(a stifled laugh
a cough
a truthful shuffle)

vi

she pauses for
to imbibe..
o momentarily entranced
by the H2o
-any questions?yes-
do you exist?
do you exist?
-on more than a purely
perfunctory basis-
(my mum went to school
with you..)

vii

existence

composed to resistance
-rene said,
i think therefore i am..

i prefer-
all i  i know is
i know nothing..

(one of the old greek boys..)
what if i can´t think..
what if it hurts..


(silence-the furtive rustle
of
a sweet wrapper
a no 23 goes by..
for some a ball
for i-music was the answer..)

viii

music

bob marley says,
music is a godly thing
y´know..?

the theme from tales
of the river bank
filled my

heart with love
and my head with
ambition..

silence is a kind
of music
the older i am

the more i love
that
too..

(love-karma
comrades
kind folk
strangers and
acquaintance-
indistinguishable
unavoidable
inevitable
pay the bill
eternal
officer dibble
no wibble
no wobble
a glass full
a charging bull
eternal again
chuff chuff
cosmic train
what i am giving
is what i am
getting-
simple but endlessly
complex..)

ix

complex

i don´t really like this word
i don´t use words i don´t like
but there it is
my mind is a blank
my leg itches
what about this world?
(bless my britches..!)
does the heart sink
does despair abound
do we desire closure
is it suffice
has it got a bit
too much
are we done?
no, there is space..
(space, the bit
between)
free and tedious
we consider the void
the gaps
between us..
(the no 23 goes past
and in a seat
some one waves
and blows a kiss..)
for want of a better
word..

a happy quiet
some positive
thoughts
what it is to
live-
i thought i might
try something different
lily says..


i have always admired
the art of the story teller and regret
their demise from popular culture..

x

once when after a successful ****
and apetites sated amid the crackle of
flame in a silence a moon  sighing
made to the front by the fire
between hunter and blood baptised
moved the medicine man
ju-ju and seer
with pipe and bone to bless
the warrior shadow and women
laughter admonishing small children
the cave grew hushed and stilled..

his first cry the prey´s last
a victory and a blessing
hiss and rattle

to the earth to the heavens
the second the sun
and moons

survival and fruitful
ness
-to the rain

he tokes his kit
and passes to the left
anoints the head

kisses the dead
and the refrain
for today and

tomorrow
-together
-together..

(celebration and commune
gone before the f or fight
of the nomad

the birth of possession..
order in might
the land

our own
black and white
o tribe of man!)



so the **** was the
inspiration and unification
a stone recollection

a moment of daring
the fired dancing of
imagination

searing rytham
on and on and
in

the bloodied sing
stone to bone
stone to bone

great the hunter
the victors song
one and on..

and so we learned to read and write
and tell tales..

i dont like you
but you are entitled
to your sad existence
(such as it is)

and if you choose to
cry about it
while you goose step
with pointy finger

then,a quick and
speedy death,
my friend, and
that is kind..

is the beetle a monster
all things relative then
i mean if a lot littler
we all lost on some plain..

if we clubbed together..
the truth an overpowering
could turn that sucker!
or ants lost in irksome dream..

all you want is
fair-
(all is fair in love
and war)

an innocence
rare
and the lip
of a *****

it is all very
clear
yet lost and
obscure

a sweet angel
dear
a bitter
cure

a lonely
tear
and the swank
of the jaguar

and your heart
free er
than aire
but amargar..

i)


is my life ridiculous?
(a question we occasionally
ask
ourselves..)
an elf

before sundry giant
defiant
looking up
past unsurmountable

club
ancient alliance-
death and worse..
armed only

with magic wand
to hand
mayhap called
love-

a floppy hat
my heart
5 cats
a rat

a sparrow
the spirit of
the wind
a wild flower

by the window!
o diminutive
shadow
so
mad

looking in..
a naked toe
glad
but not hopeful-

how ´s the weather
up there?!
ridiculous!
and the law
too

turn
and twist
a possible
nightmare
through

the gloom
a paw
offers
assistance
blue

silence..
what are you?
a thousand
a month-
elf..

kind of-
in some respects
priceless
sometimes dull
but always

grateful..
small but
sometimes
equal to

a universe
hardly a mouthful
but
beautiful..
full

yet markedly
a void
ugly
yet elated
happy

yet cursed
sad
curious
and laissez faire..
aware elf

but disinterested..
apathetic
and thick
obtuse
but loose

and charming-
(just eat him!)
sometimes
i hardly recognise

myself,
perhaps a
******-elf-
all is possible
wealth never
enthralled but..

(splat..!)

i am grown an
extra head
the ten thousandth
grand

says lily but
petite
stay in
caustic

sand
i will knot
some
cotton

sew a
button
knot´s
keep

wicked
on
it´ s
toe..

before the woman runs home
shouting are you home
before the begun to turn
us..

not before breakfast
but at the split awakening
became a distant end
on the magical bus..

now and then my friend
i played my part i did my
bit
i have learned to cuss..

the mayor is sat
in the restaurant
with his entourage

discussing the days
latest developments
"the army-

the pied piper
is sitting in the corner
writing postcards-

Hi Ma!
alls well
life is faster-

there are so many people!
I am eating schnitzel..
kicking back

with a cold beer,
see you soon,
lover peter x

-has made little inroad-
pois-
hello!(enters stage right)

ons-
have you tried song,
dance and magic

-who is this?
indeed
tchick!

-have met
with indifference.."
warm moss and

cold stars,eh,guys?!
whats that?
champagne!?

on the way i
tried glacial
waters-

ambrosia?!
word
tchick

can we help you
sir?
(raised hat

mark the suns-
two-toned effect)
and

here is my card
( the pied
piper

all occasions-
exorcism a
speciality..

hamlet bridg
past ye hundt undt
fowl first right..)

in tower hamlyn!
-and what can we
do for you?

au contraire
!
Tis i who may

be of assistance
I have come far-
left all i know

and cherish,
friends,ma,
and my betrothed-

hilda-kiss!
tchick!
(domino night)

i aim to through
ways lost-
to cliche-

and venerable
knowledge´s
right

the healing powers
of art
a loving heart

with music
dance
and flowers

clear the street
of rats!
(though they

can´t help it-
no more then we)
waiter!

i mean, we
spread disease
too-?

with my flute
too trip the
light fantastic..!

waiter
i will play
they will

follow
to the sea
and drown

sadly..
and thus claim
my prize

500 duccats!
go back home
hilda and i

will marry
grow carrots
etc

waiter
show mr piper
the way

out please
i will be
back

for my money
hoonymoon
in-

ibiza!
over his shoulder
jess goes chtick..

i

books are much!
long lost
tactile friend

of the mind
and heart-
touch

to thought..
now and then
always

they be
full of
everything!

why
why not
mayhap..

ii

i buy a book at the market
there is much to consider
(in no set
order)

(lily bathes in stilled
cores)
odor
or

art work on the
cover
author

dedication
to lover
marker

a flower
telephone
numbers

some accounts
to daddy
love jimmy

christmas
1955
preface

underlined
die
print

ing
bind
in
­
condition
not in
cost

17 shillings..
by the same
similar

50 cent
lent
library

newmarket
bankok
hostels

bantam
puffin
pengui­n

mm
7 reprints
have i read

these
save
trees

a bar
a beach
strange thread..

we are the ones who are impossible
we are the ones who can´ t smile
we are the ones going to hell
on a hand cart with a pretty tale..

ching..!

we are the ones go straight to jail
we are the ones too guilty to tell
we are the ones like an angel fell
should we step on a snail..

crick..!

we are the ones who like the sun sail
down the blue horizon and then swell
with such fear and pain might pale
before the universe to wail..

arhg..!

we are the ones far the wrong way
we are the ones down if up say
we are the ones who
may be many say

hey..!

time runs low..
like a distant petrol station
under the free-wheeling sun-
i am getting old and slow..

but in the filling station i know:
there play my favorite songs
there is free air..sss..
there are free m and m´s..

love grows..!
(i have to buy sun glasses..)
i look in the mirror..
fare thee well care..

fare thee well tribulation!
ah,look at all the crisps..
we must leave
we must go..

i)


i found a snow flake
(a lesson for us all
original if full
of holes..)

she told of love
fell from above
iridescent dove
(with the huff..)

what to make
turning blood
if it would
one day s
it stood

mighty but
lost
cold we flossed
no place to
go..

ii

my name is lily
she said
(and tossed an unanointed
point through
my heart)

first we must die
to live
(-roll me a spliff
you give and i
take-easy..)

we are ancient and
freed
our seed
our eternal way
some ways
lay..

iii)

taste this stuff
it dance on the
tongue
in color ripe
always young

alright enough
you have enough
i have
love
to give..

lily,you say..?
i found a snow flake
it was ***** and
forgotten
i have wisdom
you have light..

with her might
she twisted and followed
in-dum-dum
a light..!
a barb dripped

stay there..
now we stay
i watched across
the floor
so far away
fire..

she returns and
like an angel
makes her offering
a sacrifice
and simple

smiles
he gave me his lighter
smoke like
while
time..

iv)

lily
what to say
say nothing
look here
do you want some
well,it is mine
let us not forget
the concept of
possession
or would you
thankyou
i am old school
and here we render unto
caesar..


v)

you may have the
wind in the trees
and beauty
a lot of wood
and seeds, mostly
(yeah,well this is
1979..what can you do?)
i prefer hash
so do i..
so what we live
we die
i can live free!
you read hesse?
i prefer the russians
is nt the waiter
odd
yes,he is-
his children
are beautiful
is there work
i don´t want to work
i had some good jobs
i had bad-digging holes
carrying bricks
you are mad...you want
to hear a joke..



we stayed in white
boxes
the showers were live
wired
the landlady was
kind
fish and soup
wheelbarrows and
pelican
our landlord enjoyed
our parties
he shook all our
hands
we had to lock the
door in the end
his vegetable garden
we were proud!
the surf was the last
noise..soon we were
gone and on the beach
when the tourists came
the english in their underpants
we were on our toes..


vi

he keeps putting his
tongue at me
it´s the cold
is that his wife
yes,did you eat
did you eat
we will go to the
soup kitchen
sounds delightful
and down copious
cheap claret
for a panacea
what is that
is a goat tethered
upside down
the cuisine is
sin
and gold pouring..
ah,to be young..

vi

in the cinema
and off to the disco
in the olive groves
a white house

in the sun
in the evening
with beer and
coffee and cognac..

do you ever look
at your reflection
for the first time
change your mind

a new conception
a song or book
a poem
alone-

by maya angelou
she says,
nobody but..
when i read this

my heart breaks
my testies lift
too  talented
her hard life..


ii

i confess
i stole my copy
to her
a rabbit before
headlights (lol..)

sorry,
forgive me
i love you
would she berate
me..

will you mine
be
did you have money
i could not help
it
i treasure it

i loved your
poems
but i feel guilty
timeless

truths
filler of hearts!
full of wisdom
all love-
all..

mended me
mends me
i have paid
we pay..

i


the flowers below
my window
lance me heart
so!

purple, reds,
and yellow-
into bleeding
parts

oh..
and sooth
my feverish
brow

with their
love
and how
like a wish

like a dream
of youth
anew!
the flowers

below my window

ii

stroke at hours
and months
and days

through
eon
s

black
and white
gone

cheer my
soul
make

this life
cheerful
the sun

the swallows
like a dream
so young..

iii

they feel
i feel
cacti

behind
and above
the blue

sea
sky
a tiny

lizard
scampers
for cover..

iii)

with a dandelion
at his throat..
a lonely

wizard
a heat
chilled

a lost word
this world
beat

you
me
wanders

cut
only
silence

hears
up the
tread

to the all
diminishing
portals

a butterfly
or fired
eye

a bright bead
from his
sleeve

like glass
looked
by

he see!
wild bird!
he see!!

by
and on
purred

ahead
what is
coming

o lord
the room
red

on the alter
bright
the heart

of man
a wave of
his gnarly

hand
a little laugh
for hell

and loved
a dagger
to be

held up
cry the
whole

world
poised
and

glints
dead
red

the old
way
whispers

back
stayed
faith

love
and belief
children

whispers
he
a universe

of one
reason
listen

to our
godhead-
pantheism

the wizard
rainbow hard
drew from

some heavenly
auroras
sweet dawn

of unite
an adoring light
the ring of

we
glory
glory

iv

i notice if there was a constant
it was you-
you blamed me for your
madness
that was quite a recurring
theme
all  through the confusion
and excess
you were sure of nothing
but this
had you died then
and there
recrimination
on your lips
a raised digit
from the dead
it was my fault
not the pills or
the *****
not your taste
in pain
not your father
or mother
i was in error
not any
other
not even your
god forsaken
predictability
it was me
to the small hours
and on
number one
and why
when all
every other
was fine..
well i don´t know
but you do
there is something wrong
with you(me)
there is something
wrong
with me..
you..

what to say
say to what
say why
why say..

i don´t know
know i don´t..
no, i know..
know i no..

yes!
who will pay
no-one!
clap hands..