enough babbla
recite a poem
from your new slim
volume, lily-
(ya-what´s new
pussycat?!)
ok-this is called-

fame and fortune

a butterfly ruin
an apocalyptic tune-
mansion to prison
via the silver
spoon..

i dreamed of a flower
a great sun!
what was true..
when every smile
loved only myself..

nice..delilah..
another!?
ya knock down the door..!

every man must have at least
a place he can go-
(crime and punishment)

fearful sentiment..
may i never know
and you also..

excuse me-(it is quiet as
a sparrows ****..)is this true?
it is what i remember but
perhaps imagination
or perhaps i was healing after
seeing the road accident..
or maybe we are surrounded
by invisible spirits or energy-
i don´t know..what is true?
my mum went to school with you
is that true?no i just enjoy annoying
people-a lot of it about-shall i continue?
if you want..

and so i biked home not a worry. i kept it secret being a secretive child and looked forward with anticipation to my next excursion to the quarry. (when i said the most banal things i was disbelieved so there was little point in trying to relate my experience.)it was the summer holidays i believe and i went the following day or the one after and biked past a huge viking and onto the road to greater casselton or little castleton or whatever. and it seemed a dogs age before i sped past the awful place where i.  got hit-(fortunately he lived! )and looking for the hole in the fence which was easy to miss..
i thought about marking it but this would just draw attention and then others might disturb.so i pushed through the trees and the hill became sandy and i struggled to push my bike. but at last found the entrance and took up my place by the waters edge.
i would compare the reflection in the water and wait..sure enough
there was a repeat performance nothing differed. only this time something was flashing in my eyes and i looked around to find the source of this annoyance. i shielded my eyes and traced it to the aforementioned bush upon the hill.in hindsight it was a mirror or bottle but then i was perplexed. i thought about climbing the steep path to investigate but i was held by the sight and sound show. this time i thought i would carry out a little experiment.  the voices were aloud enough. but i edged forward into the deeper water and looked as if i would take a substantial step. having no intention what-so-ever!and the voices grew in volume that made me jump back.! so i then stood and considered the ramifications..so, this was an invitation..i wondered..and when i was back in my original position the voices returned to their original. (such is death i dunno..)
   their voices became so loving and i considered..after that they seemed to recede and i went away and came back the next day for a repeat performance. this time it was interrupted or had nt began i can t recall by another. i was aware that someone stood behind me.

fame and fortune(three)

the last wyvern
regret to burn
lonely, like seven
bathrooms-

like a flower that never
ends
truth evaded
for every smile..

i have only just noticed
but today i am a different person
i wondered what happened
though it will be soon done..

i have tried to be someone else
every day
i don´t usually notice
until i listen to music!
or pray..

it do come a surprise
so,whom was i yesterday
who am i today
and who tomorrow..

from the oven
we take love
and sit still in
the garden
the bats bewildering
above..lily sighs
and says, are nt stars
smug, then-i don´t like
them-a past time
no-forgetting-shackling
man and repeating hate
and cruelty masquerading
as future times..

a lotus eater (eating
pizza)-a land where past
is forgotten-the moment betwixt
sunsets......................
4 pm a glass of cool
milk and a twix-
(i don´t recall
tennyson..)

how many stars are there
paul?
more than ten, lol..!
if there were proof
if there were proof
but all there is-
all we have-
(lily is short on words)
only the silence..
a little bird sings..

from the sparkle on the hill
the enraptured child
-watching him

in this god forsaken
wild
still..

the silence of the devil
a howling
reflection

of the clouds and sky
take a little trip
just he and i..

gentle
but
so
strong..

god
love
god love..

fertile
this cosmic
river

run
wide
ours

universal
sweet
our

lives
all
toget­her..!

happy
and
wild

god´s
love
us

burning souls!
god´s love
god´s..