i told my father that story
leaving out  some of the details
(trying to bond)-but he
said they should have locked me up
i think meaning her too..later,
he said don´t tell me any more stories
like that..how we misunderstand each other..

it´s getting harder to
sin
as i get older
unless you include:
bread and butter pudding..

i was eating a chicken wing
this morning-(a strange thing
for a vegetarian..)

when awoken by a building
exploding..there the dawn light
a long sting..

i was aware somebody
was behind me
i tried to turn with
alacrity but found me-
a stick in mud
with a stick-there stood
a scarecrow alive!
i tried to run but
there was nowhere to
run -he was all-in-black
an unkempt man-
a desparate dan
with a bottle and a
majick wand-a mystical
one-
you know the type..
(but here was the real deal)
the only weakness i could see
was his surety  he had to
know but this unknowing
made him angry..so in the hush
he asked what i looked at with his
eyes
i shrugged and he looked but
in vain-(ha-they were not there..)
silently ,he looking and i considering
my plight tried not to look superior-
(difficult)..precarious, was a word i did nt
know..

i watered the flowers
with blue and yellow
so pass the hours
happiness and woe

i washed the dishes
scuttled crab-like
imagined  riches
a harley d. motor bike

grooved to little walter
and koko t
gonna play guitar
and make tea..

i went to the market today
from our new bus station
i bought a solitary book
slowly down the ganges

there is an old photograph
it is worth a look
of a naked man on a reed mat
the caption

reads outside the post office
in benaras
i thought here is a happy
go-lucky kind

and what kind of society
would allow such
relaxation
and how healthy

his exhibition
and how big the smiles
of the children
of india..

i will never fall in love with you
because cause be
just like this blank
space meaningless but true-

never an accursed determination
rather i am a reed in the breeze
or chaff
one eye on the moon the other

on  your charms..
ah, you cry semantics
well, i am not ******* wordsworth
laugh..

i will not fall in love
knaves fall in love
love sure as the end
because cause be..

i woke this morning lily
amid scenes that were :
in a bar a man with an annoying
index finger and complaints
about the fare..

i went outside followed
by the troublesome digit
only to be confronted
by a curious scene:

a donkey had a fox by
the scruff of the neck
and a large animal could
have been a moose..

seized the donkey and then
thankfully, i woke up..
what do you think it means?
she says most dreams mean nothing

ii

but with out them-we go
insane..it was confusing
but induced well-being..

or perhaps there are deep
freudian connotations
lost in some detail..

iii

we sit in the garden
dreaming
insects are beaming

like aliens-the colours
are  the first time
we close our eyes..

from the oven, aromas,
sweet as wine
spaced like bill and ben

we sing along to van..
pickled by the sun
over our land

old and loved
albion..shining down
the birds sing..

iv

and what do they sing?
they sing it is all
written-

they know..us..
past and future..
small gods..

i woke today dreaming i
was writing a poem
what it was about i could nt
say..still it was better than the
one where i am on island s
urrounded by monsters or
when my guitar is stolen..

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..