in the spring
and agave falling
with rain coming in..
my heart a mad thing
light a caste stone
all blue and
emerald green!
i remember the springs
lord in crete
in crete..
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when i was young
and awed by nearly
everything
the blasted beat..
my brain a fried egg..
i looked in the mirror
and stared
who the **** was that there..
the blasted heat
the autumn sun
and wind
and i was a beach
***..
in my winter hut
the day a paper´s cut
away fom a soft
blinding night..
iii
when i was young..
iv
small bamboo constructions
right bang next to the surf..
with some red wine..
thus illiminating
the rent man..
stars and the moon..
and phospherous..
i had my guitar
and sang a song..
v
when i was young..
vi
in crete
in spring
is breath taken
from sweet gods
lip..
ambrosia broken..
a flailed heart trip
the blossems and a load
of pure beauty..
in crete
in spring
i found me..
i observed others
do like wise..
they shon and carried on..
in spring
when i was young
played backgammon
and drank cognac
no problem
no problem...
vi
to sail the clipper
the crow´s nest quiver
s in the grey brine
gulls dip their
soaring smiles
lost in mine..
love in horizons
lost in prayer
late too shiver
eyes of god in
bathes my soul
one great river..!
v
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