i

why?
(the death of innocence)
should i?
lily pouts..

ii

she wander about
in her nakedness
dancing!
a steele pulse..

iii

some yellow and
peg
flower
dulce..!

iv

in her hair-
a new creation
look here!
goodness..

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..

i)

why stress the
obvious
and leave other
stuff
to the birds
is it enough..

sing, like billy-o-
(god, knows we
did nt ask
to
be..)
love

sits square upon
their tongues
and in a stretch
of a wing
beauty and
understanding..

ii)

they say, michael,
(for we are familiar)
(not in the demon-witch-helper
genre but maybe,no,
sometimes they lack
decorum though-)..

iii)

quite or quiet,
for their silence
saved (me)
on occassion
for,what do we
fear most in the
jungle,children..

why,we still habit
the cave
(abe-normal brain)
on fridays
time may save-

a large non-
descriptive
box
may-may wax and
wane

life is odd
and love is too
the certain craved
only to find

the same
ah but when it
has gone
then..

why, we still habit
the cave
in fear
of endless waves

in the night
the predator craves
blood
we have

no flight    
and none saved
stay still and
pray god..

i

with a banjo
one can go
through all emotion
deep dark ocean
blue heights-
happy bird in
flight!

not that i did
i resented it-
three weeks with
back bent
blistered hand
chips and the skegness sun
no-fun..

ii

then why buy it..?
lily turns a page-
what is she reading?
ah,kerouac´s on the road..

spontaneous and hopeful
chock full of possibility
spiritual so-!
not unlike the banjo

but alas not for me
ended in a dusty window
for some paltry sum
and a full belly..

i

without trust
nothing will grow
including love
and an avocado..

ii

an old friend
of mine
said
trust no-one..


iii

if ye can´t trust
yo mamma
life will be a ******
word..

iv

none trusted me
and consequently
i trusted no-one-
***..

with out trust
a suitable title
for our eulogy-

lily says ***,
there´s god
and money

there´s your
dog
there is today

and tomorrow
the birds and
sky..

with out trust
we wander the cusp
neither full or empty
the collective cup

neither,down or
up-
no or yup..
pups without love..

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..

writing is such a
lonely affair and that
is why for the most part
i enjoy

to post it on the net-
a morning of creeping
out the door
the sun rising

upon a sleeping
ankle and the words
that resonate
and their where-withal-

we are all alone
look to the skies!
look up your ***
nothing and no-one..

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..

yesterday and no fibbing
a robin unbidden
like a mad bobbin
threatened-

crying we are no
good!
but that is the way
it is..

still,you have the
choice-
it is a ****
sandwich!

put out the light
and take a bite
god,
we have a name

or go
somewhere
where it is
exactly the same..

you got to sell it man?!
no good raving
no good  reason

no good talent-
means nowt-
you got

to be liked
that is why!
look at vinny-?!

no good dying
yes,it is
sometimes..

then the world
can sigh and
wring it´s hands

and make some
serious dosh!-
you slice an ear..

i)

you listen to me
but fail to comprehend
when you say we
deserve what we get-

i see..
when you say then
nothing for nothing
we have to pay..

ok-
and-render unto caesar
that which is casears´
(me?)

the concept of possession
i grasp
and a piece of poison
a laugh

yeah,yeah..
everything costs!
whether it be
brilliant or mediocre..

(bad = good
good=?
sick=good
good=?)

crystal clear..
(and supply equals
demand and vice-
versa..)

undeniable
irrefutable
what else
(as mrs thatcher said,

you can not buck
the market!
(but she married a
millionaire?!)

ii)

and if you´re
disliked may as
well go dig a
hole..

the popular
were mostly
psychos
as i recall-

they said
well,
he´s not a
bad old

boy
but don´t get
on his wrong
side

(or yon side)
i wondered..
i wonder
as you get

older..
the ******* and
lies
accrue

higher and higher
(and you say
surely that is
the cherry)

it is easy to retreat
into a world of
fantasy-
we clutch at

words like reality
and even destiny
and the bird´s
will not quit

it..
listen to what i
say..
tt..

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
all you want is fair
all i say
all i dont
your hate-
an endless liturgy
how i walk
and drink my
tea-impatient
i dont care
an average mind
egotist
i wish wed
never met
you wish i was dead
i wish you were dead
i wish you were dead
dont you love me
i say with infinite
regrets
but to true
i do..