my old girl looks after appartments
and one day she brung home your
biography

and i am getting toward the end
-an entertaining read-!
when suddenly

i am transported back-
guns and roses on the juke
the bridge over the nene

and you are waiting for me
to speak but shrugging and
giving up and walking away..

take time to make time
time to make time take
to time time take make
make to take time time
time time time time

time-repeated as a
child
hung from a
mountain
wild sea..

somewhere in the
lonely middle
the eternal
doldrums
within earshot
of fall
a pack horse
to the stars..

i

writing a new day
some holy record
a begining-

picasso said-painting,
is just another way
of keeping a diary..

(what an unusual life
he must have lead-)
lily says:

the eyes have it..
in his glance
there is the unique..

ii

you could say
the same about charlie manson
-but that is madness

which beggers the question
where does genius end
and madness begin?

fancy dinner with them
i would n´t mind
never be the same..

iii

like a sardine in
some night mare
you are human

glancing ´tween
uncomprehending
and epiphany

there is a shrieking
and a silence
and that´s the same-

the devil and a saint
regard themselves
what do they see

in each others eyes-
poison and a cup of tea
for starters-

women and women
like them
freedom..

what has not been done
in thy name-
seven little letters..


a first reaction
that resonates through out
time-

are you insane?
let us not define
wine?

iv

one is a product
of it-wine and time
some crucial refrain

(perhaps a chemical
in the brain)
i was loved

i was hated
i was a child prodigal
my mother gave me

to pedophiles for a
bottle of *****
i was wunderkind

i had sight
i thought i did
i went to prison

i went to school..
i had the world
i had the street..

v

ambitious stuff,
she comments skeptically,
you are a small fish

dreaming you´re human on
a dinner date with two of
the most famous or infamous

names of the 20th century..
i think i overstretched..
just click your flippers

and ask for the cheque
wake up in the shoal
circle,baby,circle..

i

today is the solstice
lily,what shall we do?
light a candle or two
join our minds

with the world-
the great festival of light!
together we are might!?
energy enfolds-

are we not one?
little bits
of the pantheistic universe..

ii

shoes were by down fall..
(anecdote alert)
they would n´t let me on

the plane-(are we not
to have a good time?)
thanks to the pilot..

i see myself at king´s cross
in t-shirt and shorts
the captain´s shoes..

minus two-
cold and broke
with-out a smoke..

you´re my favourite
kind of thief
though profits soar
majestic heights
through war and an
effed climate-
it is only business..

your endless complaint
i think imagine
waiting for the wild
pig to enter the canyon after
three days of hungering
or the generations to spurt
forth, genius-(some one
to save us)
i can hate-i have no
bread to sell or fish
no room to rent
no particular thing
my poetry is the
product of an average
mind-my clothes-well-
my music is no-ones
business
and if you love me
then i am happy but
i love myself, firstly..
the way i drink tea..

if you can find a purpose,
and not play the liar or
hypocrite,
pointing your finger
(in this world)
-calling names like naughty
children,,
then, petty details,
be no hinderance,
is no difference,
righteous *******!
then, good fortune
hell and heaven
be yourn-yours-
an uppity porpoise..

am i  clever
-each has their own
-can i fix an engine
mend a broken bone

am i bitter
it is home-grown
who win
a cured stone?

what is twitter
all is known
fat and thin
don´t grow old

children..

i)

that is a supermarket
where we gather our sustenace
-a magical emporium of mirrors and
music-surveillance..

for we have many laws
both legal and moral-
thou shalt not steal!
bleep?

ii)

our technology is theft
and will bring an end
and there are those who say
about time-

we shall return to fire
we have paid our debt
lord..
that, is a fast food outlet..

iii)

but there are those who enjoy
the convenience
and running after wildebeest
not for them-

that building is the town hall
choices and democracy
peas or beans
to you and me-bleep..

iv

that´s a pub and there is
a hospital
there, the police station
a symbiotic call-

alcohol....!bleep?
one cheap narcotic readily
available and socially
acceptable-

causing mild euphoria
to depression and sometimes
violent behaviour-addiction
common place..

v

bleep!
frightening?
where-as marijuana
giving peace and well-being

possessing health-benefits
mental and physical is hunted
down like double parking on a
bank-holiday..bleep?

why?
mostly tax reasons.
bleep-tax..
ignorance-

vi

we would burn old ladies
that distribute herbs
bleep-words-power and money
and ***..bleep?

-the way we procreate
each culture has it´s take-
we were taught that the
children of god, adam and eve

in the garden of earthly delight
were innocent but not to eat of the
forbidden fruit-(reputably an apple
but subsequent speculation cast doubt-

more likely a fig or cherry moyet
in keeping with the climate)
but a serpent-(vilified ever since-)
tempted her- eve took a bite-(being a woman

when told not to do something..)
(and vilified ever since-)
and so they were cast out-
into this world of sin..

bleep?we were children-
(but the apples reputation
remains intact-)
we turned out odd..bleep..


each culture has it´s belief and
art-that is the museum-
they sell the best chips in town, there-
i had a war once over vinegar

bleep?no,you would n´t believe
it.. we will fight over anything..
which end of an egg to open
football or music..

vii

bleep?-why-
mostly bored-bleep?
-wearied by dulness or
sameness-

our system demands it-
it outwardley promotes individual
spirit but we are alike-if not
then it would n´t function..

(if someone is different then they
better have good reason..)
we spurn this similarity-
duality-

cultures that are similar
often war..
but if we did n´t demand
greasy hamburgers

made from noses and spleen
where would we be?..bleep..?
so,what about personnel anarchy..?
bleep..

viii

here, we have war between
the socialist-liberal and capitalism
individual-we will fight over anything..
we are warrior..

our brains create serotonin
that crush bone and  worry
later..we shake hand and give
a little kiss and make heart shapes

and grin inanely-
but for some reason we hate each
other-don´t know why..
bllep..yes,bllep..

ix

now, that is a bank-bleep..
you have to go?
ah,you are looking
for intelligent life form-

try the moon-bleep
up their symbol of
love and darkness
diana noble hunter..

i

i gave you marmalade
you raised your nose
to the sky and flew away..

ii

you want more and more
not coz your greedy
but because the weather..

iii

but nothing i have
is good enough..
you say chav-

iv

i say finch
pretty throat
gods chosen..

(as we get older
our childhood
returns somehow
rainbow:)

i have an urge to
climb a tree
perhaps,an agave
as it toppled by
threre would be
my best work
i know me..

i

writing is such a
gas
all the things i
never knew
the past

is turned over
and you can have your
say-
that is true
what you were..

and what they
were-
will is was
will be
what a laugh!

it was-
if drunk enough
or high enough
and everybody
was-
it was ok..

ii)

writing is such a
laugh
sometimes a snigger

an acid bath
a cold trigger
a chortle

a hurdle
the swallows to their
homes fly..

or a smile
economic
and wild..

ah wee bird of truth
what is new
your wing clipped
by smile
and subterfuge..

they sit in the
agave
and watch me
like i know
i watch you..

frustration
can be
onomatopoeic
fun,lily

(-don´t hit
your head against
a metaphorical
wall)

climb a tree
on some moon lit
even´
recite an ancient
canticle

we are children
of the light
feel the magic!
tick-tock
unblocked..

i)

why are people so..
who knows?
they say,
-we want equal rights!

(-or any kind of rights
really..)
perhaps a constitution!?
-free

from intimidation
hunger
and homelessness
injustice..!

(money would be
nice-
sharing-
it is a poem..)

and these aberrations
rigorously fought-against
with the same keen-fortitude
as

parking offences..
say..
ok we get a
picture,lily-

ii)
why do you think
prices ..
have doubled..
in a year-she examines
the nomadic wastes of her
purse..
(i don´t know-google
the ******..)

war or weather-
curse..
ah,how we danced
to this*
a beer cost a hundred
drachmas..
(not funny lily)
look now..

the doors-riders on
the storm

iii)

what the future
brings?
o mad warning-
sanity´s rupture!

or,
loves suture
lingers..
eternal healing-
the cure..!

iv

well, she scratches
her verruca-we can
go-
we can go-
go-if we don´t like
it-we can go-

racism
bigotry and
hatred
exploitation
poverty, corruption,
fear..

where shall we go-?
go
we have come-come
from there..!?

(lily is on the radio!
asked for something
spontaneous
and gripped by
election fever..!-)

tell me, where,
where,
fish, are shown more
respect,
better be a purple
insect!
jesus wept..
where to go
the world has become so
small..

a wee misplacement on the right-
a stretch put right
and into the box!

spinning on a dime
after deft a touch
(we held our breath)

a moment of pure zen!
the ball and net were one!
the silence of the gods-

the beauty of stone
o where have we been?
the love of albion..

in the last of time
rapture abounding-
glory glory-ollie watkins..!