what amazes me lily
is how diverse poetry is?!
but i suppose one may say
that about any creation-
look at the difference
between god and man..

and then of course
there is why..
that one takes up many
a life time
-laugh or cry..
o come what may..

what?
what-what?
today what?

she put on her docs
and a top hat
a red ribbon

for a perfect throat-
the persecution
hypocrisy

greed..
cruelty..
just upped sticks

o no
there are always goats
to scape

(and sent into the
wilderness
bearing our

sins..)
who was at the door?
paul dirac

from over the way
i invited him for
a smoke some time

don´t mind?
no, seems nice
quiet..

shy..kind of..
genius
i want to pick his

brain
what did he want
sugar..

what become of memory
term is away
sentimentality

less mercy
happy
see

like we would say..
what did we  say?
what to say..

what do i
recall
of 7
days in
americai..?

i
remember
my clothing
scattered
around
jfk..

downtown
central
bus
station
i

­turned on
my
antennae
sky line-
an

insane
beehive
play-
away
buzz!

took
a greyhound
bus
to
a

small
town..
hitched
from
there on..

the
coffee
was
appalling
they

stars
the same
i
slept
under..

tried
to
walk
thunder
and

rain..
met
others
they
were

friendly
or
mad
and
stared..

a
ch­ocolate
cookie
a
feast..

the
country
side
scowled
or

so it
seemed..
the
rivers
unhappy..

miles
of
fast
food
dim

lights..
day
4
played
my guitar..

day 5
can´t
remember
smiled
lost..

day
seven
got
on
a plane..

what do they want from her?
(she wants to know)
her love-her underware-
fame´s crow-

i thought it would be
all different somehow
i don´t know..
an enlightenment

a star´s shadow-
but soon become a
barred window..
-a villa up the river..

ii

and then there is power
every move a micro  scope
but the big picture
fun for a monster

that´s the dope-
do you know what i pay
my lawyer?
you could feed africa..

iii

i want to give it all away!
some plastic surgeon
(look like a gudgeon-)
go beg..

dissilussion(x2)..!and
what ABOUT her
new slim volume and
her address at the woman´s

institute on friday..
she would n´t like to
disappoint them..
'careful what we wish for...'

what to do
when the plug undo
es..?

three pieces quickly
become tears..
a space ship

a spinning top
the centre of the
universe

with centrifugal connotation..
and there is me-
statonary..

when?
(a paul dirac poem)
lily says
she wished she knew him

as a neighbour
borrowing sugar
(she´d have to put on some clothes
probably would nt notice)

sugar?
how?
o ok
writing some

poetry-
yes?
flowers are happiness
yes..

how´s-
the quantum physics
coming along?
is..

making tea?
company?
simple
in theory-

but beautiful
nice..
well getting cool-enjoy
likely..

when confronted by a mirror
i recall that greek feller
what was his monica..?
but dont under estimate
the reflection-o-
there is past and there
is future and of course this
******-up-monster
present,oh, but even more
frightening-
there is zero..

when i´m good
i´m too good
and when i´m bad
i´m not so bad..

when i´m quiet
i am too quiet
but when i´m here
i might be elsewhere..

when i am a feared
there is nothing to be afraid
have i done wrong
it does nt matter..

when i am a square
i could be a line
i could have been anything
yes sir

and no sir..
o you have a pair
well they are dealing
before you stick  

your head above the
parapet..
from their pack..
consider..

i am mad
or melancholic
i should be happier
i am a ******..

every syllable
is gone over
and who cares..
who do you think

you are..i mean
me..
i don´t know
who i am..

it is taboo
to know-
i experience
my behavior

through you..
i am too nice
i am vicious
it is a facade..

i am a child
i am old too
i can not write verse
to save my life..

i am a genius
i am an idiot
indifferent...
a sagittarius...

who likes music
open people
not too open
and minding

his business..
presents
the present
sweet girls..

thunder clouds
the spirit of the wind
cavatina by stanley myers
and what i can find-

serendipity is it!
i like emile zola
i would like to drive
an e-type jaguar..

i would like to find
something more beautiful
than
your eyes..

i like spagettii
being witty
small *******
long legs..

i am hungry
all my life
that is at least
true to say..

when i remember the door
the light from a jar
the shade of a car
a backyard star
wallpaper-

a blinding river
a little giver
varying aroma
warmer
getting better

pedals
nettles
bordem
the perfumed
garden

azimuth
my mouth
trout
nowt
out
a new coat

valliant
ants
cant
selling apples
door to
door..

jars
jarred
sword
my bycicle
bell
telling

hills
sitting
still
fill
full
will
and so..

i

when i was young
i never dreamed of
fame and fortune-

lily squints at the
current bun..
we sit in the garden-

but for some
it is ****** upon them-
do you recall bill and ben?

they were little men
constructed of flower pots and
when the gardener´s back was turned

left their shed and wandering
and wobbling around
in their own eden

causing havoc and having fun!
making little sounds
of wonder and when

(look!ben a wheelbarrow!get in?!
and if the wheel should unhinge
and we go tumblin´..!!(flobalobn)

the gardener would arrive home!
but before the gate latch opened
(and it was a close thing?!)

oh, the tension..(their anonymity
must remain a secret for us
children-)

!little ****-
a sun flower lying in
the dust straightened and in her beautification
gave warning..

like...weeeeeeeeeeeed!!!??
the boys ran and climbed in pots
either side of her..alors!

i wanted to be little **** is
my point-
well you certainly smoke enough..

i

when the performance dies,
and there is no aplause,
what then?

perhaps, we point to ourselves,
(just once)
and say,****,

it´s us!
stop the train
i want to get off..

ii

who wants to pay, lily,
(not me)
we all want free-

the difference between
avoiding and evasion
and stealing..

is a hair on your ***
sometimes..
nice eastertime?

iii

yes,it rained
so i played mandolin
(or tried)

watched old movies
and argued
so on..

when you give me nothing
it is the greatest gift
i bend to kiss your feet

for from nothing
will come everything
between love and hate

sweet flowers
seconds minutes hours
your smiling eyes..


and that is three..
there s jenny with the tea
news traffic and weather..
hey,lily,thanks for coming
it´s been great fun-!?
one last question-imagine you
were an alien life form
what would you think of
this world..?

i

it´s predestination would
be a love word-erm-its
position,the moon,sun and all
suggests design and faith-
(there is a magical sequence
that smiles on this hypothesis!)
i would think how utterly
beautiful it is-
how endlessly fascinating-
what exactly is an effing
fish-?

ii

a gold fish?
in our respective
glass receptacle
(cruel cruel)
in small circles
trailing ****
one in seven
waiting..
manner from heaven
wanting to let
change it
waiting
bored and distorted
waiting
to be
flushed
down
the
t
o
i
l
e
t
...


thank you, again,
you re off home?
yes,we are off to a
halloween-fancy dress,
with paul dirac,
what are you-
a hedgehog!
oh nice!
here, a complimentary
copy-
         i´m reading at
books etc on saturday at
twelve..come along steve..
thanks, ill be there..cheers-bye,
au revoir...lily..

when you left me
i felt a weight lifted
care-free and gay
and yet devastated

studied but free
in the days drifted
by and away
but in the night

ate my heart and strayed..
when you left me..
your eyes and smile
all i could see..

when young
we were hip to jj-
the man
sipped tequila
while the med did
a thing..

which is better than me,
or the same somehow
as you-i won´t say
me..

lily lilts away..
what gives me the right?
you won´t or don´t hear me?
i could give a ****..

i love poetry!
not some ego fight
i do it for the money
and a smile..

to bust up some
moment
slugger!
heil ******..

which?
not to be confused with
witch-
children younger than five
were witness-
the reasoning was their
innocence
-did you see the old woman
fly with devils?
yess..

more than this:
a conspiracy of the
pharmaceutics
and the state
(jealousy..never underestimate
jealousy..)

for some had land
(which the state inherited)
and some had  knowledge
the doctors feared so
they were tortured
and burned..and of course
there was god..

and today lily
today..

who will win?
water pistols and placard
verses greed?

once, a house was a home
it became an investment
(and then a tent..)

lily says, at least, there could
be a commune
(some sort of choice..)

for families-a community
away from the greed
etc..