i woke to
tomorrow
sorrow´s

little joke
ok
pray..

i woke up in heaven
but fell asleep in hell..
during the meanwhile
my dreams cast a spell..

in your heart was woven
impossible to tell
love as an ancient
coin in a wishing well..

but you had gone!
leaving a tiny bell
that like your smile
began to swell..

in the morning called
a cacophonous knell
that you returned
a sweet kiss to  tell..

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i would humbly
ask a favour
if you would be
kind to my mother
i will be eternally
thankful..

i would not have died at 28
though many times i should
there, only felt twice enough
and now being me at 58..

i am on the whole a gladly
person who eventually loved
came to find some odd stuff
and disobeyed future history..

yes,now i think myself lucky
where as previous mad and sad
and time is a little lad
in my heart grows and he say..

i would write a testament to my uncle ron
who only allowed to play the guitar upon
the toilet then

rendered forth with frankie and johhny

a song i love to play
got his revenge by leaving the
door open


i remember going to school
with satchel over my shoulder
stumbling by the door

a tyrant his wife aunt mary


a classical pianist
though a lovely lady
class..

i grabbed some breakfast
uncle ron came downstairs
in his silken dressing gown

and burning the cheroot!

and headed for the bar..

i love that song..

i write my poem,
you write yourn,
you say where,
ill say when!

we have seen!
we have been!
gives a monkeys?!
not you or i..

i

i wrote myself a note yesterday
i have never wrote myself a note actually
that is a lie
it said..

it is ok to lie to others
but not to one´s self..
(and watch them for they
are a bunch of no-goods..!)

this proved excellent advise
which i never gave to anyone
(let alone myself)
and put it on the fridge..

one would soon become confused..
two we had no fridge
three one lie leads to two
and so on..

soon enough-
bad things might occur
not known the difference
between fact and fiction..

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i have a job telling truths
it is our job
(not bob)
but when they accrue

back to notes and lies
like i love you
do you love me
i do..

i hate you
i hate you too
(one on
the fridge door..)?

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i have lived nearly
all my adult life without
a fridge
well that is a lie-

but there were vast swaths
of time spent
fridge-less
as one gets older

it is hard to say what
the truth was
the lies
the notes..

ix)

the mountain had
opened
and swallowed

them all
and closed
and they were

seen never
again
only

the blind
deaf
and lame

remained..
hamelyn
a synonym

for treachery
and deceit
fell asleep

to dream
and in their
dreams

their children
stood
in supplication

a mute question
in their sadness
and betrayal..

and what became of
the pied piper
and jess..?

there were
rumour
and unsubstantiated

sightings
here and there
the hamlet bridg

held it´s tongue..
love will find
a way

peter married hilda
hooney
mooned

in ibiza and
lived happy
for ever..

i

just a liitle reminder
there is a bottle of cola
in the freezer..

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i have a translucent
ellipitical ball
small
it is what i want..

(excuse my oxymoron
y´ all..)
your heart is not
round..lol..

neither is it small
and i do not stick
pins into it
that would be futile

you do that..
though it is wax
and it is sweet
and knowing
but unknown..

i carress it gently
and keep it safe
sometimes happy
sometimes a stone..

at night before sleep
i tenderely give a kiss
and tap again my teeth
say your name

and fall to dreams
encapsulated
warm and smooth
love´ s silken ways..

to smooth oblivion
when held by your
hand in mine
we walk alone..

when  then summoned to court
to explain some line you writ/wrote
on pain of death or far worse..

would you exhort the moon´s long
travail
(thro' the bars of your heart..to)

curse the rising sun with hopeless
and bitter song..or
see her as just as beautiful

in voice like angel
her love last star
the close well worth

bless the dew
the sweet sparrow
the blue earth

place your pretty
hat
smile
and venture a poet..

last year in the uk
a million millionaires
were created
not very poetic but
an interesting statistic
is it true?
i don´t know
but it cast my mind
back
to when i was a curious
child and a book
entitled something like
odd facts and did you know
that it would take
so many weeks to
count a million
and then i thought of
the moon and how far away
and then if one stacked a million coins
the base would melt
and then i thought in a
bit of a mood swing but quite
characteristic
i wonder how many suicides
there were..

let it be
(old friend)
it is
from me

back to you
as
a steep incline
climbing

all the way
and we
shall
see..

let it be
(or not)
we will
see

a way
a steep
incline
that
climbs

as it is-
an old friend
said
from beginning
to very end..

let it be
as it is
an old
friend
said
to me..

on the way
all
along- a
steep
incline
to climb

all the way..

letter from spain
i know that you two
have all elation!?
i hope your not
hitting your
head too much
i do
i catch my toe
in my music stand
and yesterday i lost
my glasses
it is good policy
to stay put
bathing is quite
interesting
cockroaches are
becoming abundant
spelling is patchy
i curse days
of excess
thankfully
i cant remember
now i like
moderation
sweet sense
sweet mary jane
on occasion
a cup of tetleys
and love song
bide like the
andalucian
the dear little swallow
circle the agave
the butterflies ******>numerous
no pollution
o the sparrows
the cacti are red
diamond shines
forth
i wake at sparrow
****
with a galloping
heart
soul seekers
feed everyone
i tried a new coffee to
day
i read either
whiskey galore or
the fall of the house
of usher
i keep a poetry
diary
a fine short story
writer john mcgahern
collected stories
and in a napolean
coste state of being
stare at the sea..

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let´ s be birds
repulsive creatures
though they saved
my bacon i
on a few
occasions

when in the jungle
when there is silence
lily is jane
i liked hairy women..parenthesis..
i found their gossamed armpits
a delight
fine as a bird´ s underbelly
ah yes birds
prophosize the future
so when you hear their
happy little voices in the
morning

ii

excuse me i am trying
not to go into shock
i was bitten by something
my hand is bright red
and pained tingling
runs amok..
in the jungle
there are so many death..parenthesis

iii

a few years i was bitten
by a snake
i was trying to help
and grabbed it´ s pretty tail
you will be happier over there
yonder green..
but the ungrateful little *******
sunk his fangs into my hand..
and i eased the back of his delicate
skull like a miracle from god..
and prised his delicate jaw asunder
i thought that will teach me to interfere
put him in the grass..


iv

birds..
let us be..we have a lot of blackcaps..
quite a lot of jays
though it has been years
since i have seen
then hoopoe
i like them
man bird
who does not
love and fear the
waxen wing..
the sparrows laugh
the blackbird like
some gibbet´ s shadow
outside my window
the pyramid
and golden eye
the seagulls don´ t care..
sometimes what sit of
goldfinches arrive like
gatecrashers and it is
a thunderbird..lol
****..we all panic like
detroit..
i watch the crane
like dinosaur
slide across the sky..
there is a stray parrot
abroad
our ducks were murdered
one windy night..
but the parrot silent
once i thought about a robin
and it appeared
i thought that weird
and it said well
we have some vulture
lily stop that
no
we
don´ t
....

v

two minute poem
not expected to a
amount to much
but full may hap
lacking in stature..
to change universes
one and maybe two
lines..just the sentiment
of a few words set
in steel and verse..


well **** that was it!
two minutes
that have past like
my life....

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..

life´s rough-
but golly is
it not how we
make

it!?
eg, i was
thick as pig
****
but

i read, crime and
punishment
(and this
changed mine..)

(thankyou jane
for hitting me
with it-
it hurt)

dostoyevski
and the russians
game changers
i thought..

like a chick pea
burst in the micro
will terminate
our civilization so

a glance to skyward
that is all we´ ll know
a bit of buzzing
a bell will go

a giant portal open
we will do
the state of
that too but

the end..
great no
deny
cubed through

now later
tomorrow
just a little
lingers..

******* hot
slammed shut
darkness
some growth..

like the child telling tales
teacher regards us and
sniffs the wind-
(ask not for whom the bell
tolls..*)

lily
let me see
let reality
caste the wily
why
from and
away
the way
out this
blinded
lackness
see your beauty
and blast my
old eye free
of pre
concieve
sly habituality
redeem me
let your lack
still
let nothing
pray
let time
be the first time
let me see you
again
without another
to die
to fall
at that exact
let moment
ended
see you a first
time
when you sweetly
smiled and said hello..

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..

i

lily in affectionate play
sinks her teeth into me..
she will sit upon my knee
and  a paradiddle

in non conformity
of peaceful means
or general devilry
heralding halloween..

beat a resonant astrix
eternity..
as we celebrate the safe
gathering

of the crops and
consider her
ancient wisdom
knit some socks..

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yes,
samhain
is upon us
again..

and marks the
end
of the pagan´ s
sacred

year..where in
the beginning..

we
set an extra
plate for
the dead..

we encouraged
to process
death
and our fear..

we remember our
dead
and the dead
of war..

honor to our
ancesters
a  lament
to summer´ s

end..
the gold of
the gods
shivers..

to the still
of the winter
dream
to be..

iii

lily is bored
she is best ignored
she wants to be adored

and so she will by sun
that adorns her skin
she will wax and in

diamond and pearl
crazy colourings
grow

suddenly say
spread
oil on herself..

indicates
her impossible
pretty

(i will grumble
for
i am working..)

shoulder
and roll a stick
of marijuana

and sundry other
stuff
and that far from

enough and now
the sun has
gone..

behind a cloud
getting loud
fire is out..

lily wears a pout
where has the sun
where is her this

and where is that..
what is she reading
memoirs of a foxhunting man
(siegfried sassoon)

and goodbye to all that
by
robert graves

two great poets from the
first world war
she acclaims..

and carol ann duffy
she is flitting like
a happy

cabbage white
tween the three
waiting for

the light
on the one hand
the death of civilization

and carol´ s fun and dark
determination
between courage and courage

i cream her smooth opal covering
and push a cold mohitjo in her grip
she wonders how life changes

she lights up and picks at the ways
that divide and separate us
just let it rip she sighs..

what choice do we have anyhows
**** hit the fan
what to do..

lily just bit again
she is developing
a kind of cruel sting..

tempered the pain
is sweet her loving
kindness is everything

she says then..
healing and forgetting
is scarred refrain..

lily just bit me
a love bite see
blood all scarlet
gentle her heart
spit and howled
witch caved
eyed red..

i hold her like
a little sleepy
child..
she says
sorry..and
her wild
jungle side
creeps away
leaving us may
coagulated..

i

lily, last night i dreamt
of a thin chord
emerging from
from the roof of my

mouth and the more
i tugged
the more came
more and more..

i stopped and shook
my head to see if
anything had come
loose..

what do you think it means..question..
i had to look for scissors
on a desk that was not
between two girls

comparing lists..
i cut the chord
trailing a few inches
on my tongue..

it was awful..

ii

dreams mean ****
says lily belligerent
i was thinking
rebirth and unbilical

cut..into twin universe
of good and bad
awaking to a planet
with small fuse

remaining..
or just thirst
means ****..
i did drink a lot

for breakfast..
do you think
we should
clean the carpet..

iii

i see it more an
experiment
a question in
perspective
how we live..

what we dream
general themes
white in the fire
ancient desires..

but still in music
stars and ***
in colours
and what else..

i
when some call you pains
lily paints her toes
a frown taken aim
an o blows..

and all the agave wain..
too your heart woes..
take the strain!
my lovely cotton clouds..

i am your swain!
let dvision be so
the silence so loud
the cooling rains!

how many shades of pain
yesterday´ s death throes
distant thundering
a faded stain..


ii

thankyou lily!
that is quite pretty!
a rather intriguing ditty
that sees

the decor of her digits
a plea if only
one for the lotus eaters!
sacked our yesterdays..!

healing through natures way!
this moment be
birth death and rebirth
oh scarlet crow..

and some black toes..
she adds as an after thought
wrinkling her nose
love will heal our heart

next to nature art..astrix
that is time goes
our love caught
in the eternal moment..


astrix..stolen from  i care not where
or the amusing novel by penelope lively..

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lily says she is the very epitome of sad
her heart distant on some abstract crusade
the pain of man etched in purple braids
hung her black eyes lost to dissolute and
laid out before a death of finite rainbows..
that is just sunday afternoon girlfriend

i say,the cabbage white that circles our head
flutters and settles like the love fades
but will ride smitten the cosmos allows
indestuctable and possible to near..
no further abundant like gods own bow
lily my sister..

ii

all around this blighted globe
people are told to get go
mostly by fear and guilt..

so,
so they went to the new world
so called..

but now on the whole
for the most part
that is ****** too..

the moon is still too far..
hard to say
what to do..

ii


lily the cynical
that explain´s all
nothing explains all..

some brick wall
silence a wail
an ill..

an empty fill
better will
for a while..

a quiet chill
a church aisle
a full sail..

seagulls
tell
wildflowers
bell..

a swallow´s tail
dales
hail

ail..
ai
a

i

lily, what  you do today?
she shrugs non committed-ly
she likes to keep it ray and vague
-try and keep awake..

she stretches and the birds play..
the white dawn approaches..
in the quiet her eyes
roar like a lion on african plain..

since becoming a famous poet-
she adds,i no longer know it-
i have found  instinct
floundering in sea ****..

intuition licked and the
cave blocked
by a great diamond
of black..
a gum shoe without a lead..

hay without a seed
planet without slack..
my brain locked
to the lamppost-
my soul on the rack..!

inspiration an advance check..
an endless parade of drugs
and casual ***..
-but no love..no love..at all..

ii

under the bright light
great sigh of loneliness
hurt like a lost ball
on great oceans..

among a sink of spite
where more is less
a bucket of hurt
breath and that is all

i bail..