i can do no right
i feel like a blight
every wrong so
movement..
no how silent
(if war became art!)
the sun and moon yet..
i feel a great debt..
i think soon be dead
the hare in the moon said
just a stop gapped
reborn and bled..

i

i can put my nose in the air too
saying and who are you
and what do you do..
(ah, your way is true..)

ii

but i think i loose
pointless-elitism
a silly noose..

iii

in the end
a stuffed goose

iv

friend
my choice

v

your choice..

i

i can see the join
i was mentally dis jointed
my mind had stopped
(but not a full stop..)

really i found a beginning
when it all began..
i considered my hand
long and long and..

ii

saw the gaps between
or what might be..
(well we all realize parallel
realities-heaven and hell-)

i thought that an odd place
gathered rainbows for tears
seemed like a fair trade
in my crib laid

iii

and a hex was hexed
and what occurred next
(solid lack of any syntax
who would credit that..)

not me..sleep little one
you can always pass on
within a curling digit
that that answers it..

i could have
done with a
little purpoise..

mostly, i felt
like a dolphin
sniffing mines..

but also not
a whale of a
time
tried not to carp

selfish
shellfish
eel pie
high

be off
cod
leave
love..

i dedicated time to
learning
hours every day
so i could make
a living

hour after hour
every day
year in
and year out

at the beginning
of each decade
and
at the end

i said
i will
a way
devotion

try and
try
again

(i even
stopped
drinking)
then

and now?
now
..
.

ii

so as many
do
o!

a dream too
nothing new
no

go
gat a
job
boyo..!

iii

I do not know if
the world has lied
i have lied
i do not know
if the world has conspired
i have conspired against love
the atmosphere of torture
is no comfort
i have tortured
listen,
even without the mushroom cloud
still,i would have hated
i will not be held like a drunk
under the cold tap of facts
i refuse the universal alibi..

like an empty telephone booth
passed at night and remembered
like mirrors in a movie palace lobby
consulted only on the way out
like a nymphomaniac that binds a thousand
into a strange brotherhood
i wait for each one of you to confess..

Leonard Cohen

i don´t know if i can wait
i don't know if i can die
do i believe in fate
(life a lover´s sigh..)

i do try not to fear
my eyes unborn star
while outside rain falling
and leonard reads his poems..

i dont like you
but you are entitled
to your sad existence
(such as it is)

and if you choose to
cry about it
while you goose step
with pointy finger

then,a quick and
speedy death,
my friend, and
that is kind..

i dream about you
dreamt about you
i dreamed about you
dreaming about you

how i loved you
how i love you
loving you
love

you
waking
woke
waked
wake..

if or if i knew then
what i know now..
or if i had my time over
would i do it different..?
too platitude a platitude
(or two..)

yes, i would barricade myself
into a windowless basement
with an impressive array of
weaponry-something for hand to hand
and close quarters-supplies-an extensive library-
and perhaps a poison tooth
as a last line of defence..

i will be your man friday whispers lily
paint the sky with stars
and sing softly in your ear-
for the love of anyway..

i

if deferred
another word
but
or

absurd
tut
can
am

i
mother
sky
purred

such glory
birth
or dying
see

hear
an infinity
in
the bird

song
(hit-****)
in the
agave..

ii

fallen tree
ah me
on a dime
everything

everyone
must
(secret-
tusk)

love ridden
unbidden
thus
be..

iii

i say none
asked
first
or last

spaced
´tween
the branches
nothing

laced
won or lost
your hand
after

all these years
still precious
teeth gone
hair

gone
what now
if then
deferred..

i feel a lot younger now
then when i did i was ten
i try to think of one reason
but can´t think..

2-perhaps that is it..
all my intuition gone..
that ancient reason..
i have developed so..

into a modern man..
lifted my pagan heart
for a logical land..
3-off to a complete start

4
til death do us part-
the circle is completed..
little by little
apart..

away and once
back and forward
but always the same
the key to the prison

shines in my mind
old young
once a man
twice a child..

if i could
cast some
cold light
which would
burn a hole
deep in your
heart from
afar off star
leaden a glide..
then i
look out my
eye grin out
and what did
everything there
is here doubt
fear and blight
weasel dome
all known-
that red lid
peeled off
until less
scars and more
the hollow
cries mercy less
in your down
tender and like
a cheese grater
i stare out as
no more endures
and shiver jelly
grey and dead
surround..
(yes..i have a
raison d´etre..)

i)

if i die today
i would consider
myself fortunate
to have lived
thus long..

that is to say,
the intro wired
to a fugue state
sad and loved
a lost song..

till twenty
unnamed
so waited
nearly died
nearly gone

many ways..
many..
(you know?!
like you
who knows

not me..)
then,
suddenly
i was there!
but where?
one..

ii


two
three
four
not much of a future
done-

what to do?
i see
or saw
tenses
tense
oh,tense-

shoulder
ear
here
and then
now
ow!

how to be
who knows
not i*
if i die to today
upon my stone-

say-
a question
perhaps some unheard
and star distant
exclamation-

some thing..
well i died
and lived
all the same
pray-

perhaps,
i was lucky
or as angels
maybe
i made my own
who knows?!

if life was an etch-a-sketch*
but it is not,
the past may not,
be erased with a flick of

a supple wrist-
no,the thin grey line is
unmistakable and
indelible

on us and we can fiddle
with circles
peer into cracks
smash it against a

post..
(play another game)
to no avail
let others take the
blame..

no,no..
score a goal
look to the moon
no..

(write a poem..etc..)

i

if mental illness
become glamorous
(when glamour
is fear)
could see here
or little green
men peering in
our collective *
in the mirror or
on a flying star..


or there
which statistically
certainly are
in doubtful reflection
alien sadness
fat or thin
their self
nothings to
**** probings
regardless colour
!

i


If my mind
no longer mine
said oh fine
fin-

a stop sign-
the end signed
all good kin
in

love find..
i say fi(e)!
shark fins
circling

what´s been
or even
threaten
threatening

threats
threat
what has gone..
****-going

hex
circling
no longer you
ex

ii

x
no was
some
errant
fingers

in distant
pies
now
they

know
no?
you...

is
how
irrelevant-
try again!

why
lol
question
s

if they
can do this
what else..
we shall see...

i)


i found a snow flake
(a lesson for us all
original if full
of holes..)

she told of love
fell from above
iridescent dove
(with the huff..)

what to make
turning blood
if it would
one day s
it stood

mighty but
lost
cold we flossed
no place to
go..

ii

my name is lily
she said
(and tossed an unanointed
point through
my heart)

first we must die
to live
(-roll me a spliff
you give and i
take-easy..)

we are ancient and
freed
our seed
our eternal way
some ways
lay..

iii)

taste this stuff
it dance on the
tongue
in color ripe
always young

alright enough
you have enough
i have
love
to give..

lily,you say..?
i found a snow flake
it was ***** and
forgotten
i have wisdom
you have light..

with her might
she twisted and followed
in-dum-dum
a light..!
a barb dripped

stay there..
now we stay
i watched across
the floor
so far away
fire..

she returns and
like an angel
makes her offering
a sacrifice
and simple

smiles
he gave me his lighter
smoke like
while
time..

iv)

lily
what to say
say nothing
look here
do you want some
well,it is mine
let us not forget
the concept of
possession
or would you
thankyou
i am old school
and here we render unto
caesar..


v)

you may have the
wind in the trees
and beauty
a lot of wood
and seeds, mostly
(yeah,well this is
1979..what can you do?)
i prefer hash
so do i..
so what we live
we die
i can live free!
you read hesse?
i prefer the russians
is nt the waiter
odd
yes,he is-
his children
are beautiful
is there work
i don´t want to work
i had some good jobs
i had bad-digging holes
carrying bricks
you are mad...you want
to hear a joke..



we stayed in white
boxes
the showers were live
wired
the landlady was
kind
fish and soup
wheelbarrows and
pelican
our landlord enjoyed
our parties
he shook all our
hands
we had to lock the
door in the end
his vegetable garden
we were proud!
the surf was the last
noise..soon we were
gone and on the beach
when the tourists came
the english in their underpants
we were on our toes..


vi

he keeps putting his
tongue at me
it´s the cold
is that his wife
yes,did you eat
did you eat
we will go to the
soup kitchen
sounds delightful
and down copious
cheap claret
for a panacea
what is that
is a goat tethered
upside down
the cuisine is
sin
and gold pouring..
ah,to be young..

vi

in the cinema
and off to the disco
in the olive groves
a white house

in the sun
in the evening
with beer and
coffee and cognac..

if revered
there may be
tears-

yesterday
there were three
blackbird

in the agave
they looked at me
without  

rancor
question
or regret

quite
quiet
quit it

i thought
sure
persistent

an inordinate
pause
they ordained

with their
glance
i said

i am
the head
of a church

and considered
wallace stevens*
returned

to finish
the washing up
uh..

if reversed-
love is
us

-this occur
-that obscure
obvious!

same bus
moon verse
soon her

soon me
all together!
tree

song bird
thrush?
lost purse

reimburse
we..
telephone

number
no need
insisted

bus conductor
cupid´s
while

big smile
nice eyes
her stop

go..
end..
began...!

if reversed
the devil tell
the truth
in echo´s

well..
time though
we can be sure
here-

is our knell
straight
live
and direct..

if reversed
(fie-a mild
blasphemy..)

or you
and i
we go

back!
you and
i

happy or
sad
(mostly)

jesus,
if
not then

for then
lost
or best

dead-
much said
thus

wink to
a blind
man

a moment
in
the past

dude
gravitas
gratitude

a rainbow
of then
now

and if-
harmony
a kiss

a hand
if
reversed

would be
the same
so..

if we have a collection for the musician
every one to benefit give a little
perhaps some more from businessmen
there will be an interest every day..

in the air and around the water
through the green and in the blue
toward the later morning and
around about evening too!

many people might come too
spending money and say
who is that country boy?
classical and improvised blues..

why not..every body has a right to
make a living for themselves
and really if there is anything
that might save this civilization

it might be generosity..

if you can find a purpose
(in this world)
then indeed,
you are a fortunate
porpoise-
cause a letter
either way,
is the difference
between heaven
and hell..

if you could see you(me)
i´d see nothing new
mayhap a crack or two
with a **** come through..
that would be all..
the distant call
of an owl..
a thin haul..
wait i can!
a bird with
in sight
of land..
the forest
of love!
song as sweet
from pan..