dear crow-
honey lasts and love
so-if your brains have fallen
out your snout and how.

l

they say silence will win
i would n´t argue-
what a to-do..

they tell him to go
but he´s still here
though he won´t play his guitar..

they tell him to shut it
now,he´s silent-
can you believe it..?!

or youth
or power
eternal life or

an easy death
truth and honour
or perhaps a cruise..

given a choice
what would you choose
brains or money-

(not that they are mutually
exclusive)- beauty..
or talent..?

i was eating a chicken wing
this morning-(a strange thing
for a vegetarian..)

when awoken by a building
exploding..there the dawn light
a long sting..

i am chuffed that you will act with honour
and kindness and i will try to reciprocate..
so  we can be friends..

i am happy that you are not trying to cheat me
as i am not trying to cheat you
we can look each other in the eye..

i am glad you want nothing from me
as i want nothing from you..
we can be honest..

next time i will
say-you get what you deserve..
what is that..

how do i know
what have you done
life has a strange way

of paying us back..
one plus one is one
what you say

we answer not to a god
but to ourselves..
fool  my self-see

how i get on..
you carry a heavy load
so do i..

be honest i dare us
i was and am lucky
so f you..

we met at ikea and return
every year-we lie on the same bed
and hold hands..

some ave trange ideas
in ikea
dissapearence and ******..

they came 2000 miles to
be here but they were not welcome
a problem-what do they want..

but now the crops will rot and
the hospitals closing and other stuff
of which i am ignorant..

what do they want though-well
they want a home and security
to be treated like a human being
same as you and me..

some will walk 2000 miles
to stand in your way
and say,what..?

should i die in ikea
gods of sensible furniture
take my soul there-
via cardboard and turn-key

to heaven of instruction, see
the  quiddity..
holder of temper, pray
an eternity of grey..

if i never go to ikea
then i will die happier..

i spoke with some people
i once knew
it was good to do..

we did nt speak then
and had not much to say
but it was nice to hear them..

surprised we had survived..
there was some fear too
what the future will hold..

he said, i no longer bother
don´t see the point to her
blah-blah-blah

silence lasts for-ever
now,she is no other
and no ha-ha-ha..

the poet is a serial killer
the holes in her
a stars mirror..

leafs sway her hair
left to wonder-she said
i don´t care..

i like to be free
she says three
is marvelous

a bowl of glass-
that says-
so long, and thanks for all

the fish..

i like to be free,
says lily
and dances what she means

like the tears of a clown
when there is no one
full of beans..

i like to be free, says lily
my self is mine own
completely and though others

are fine-the sun and moon
so-it is to me, is my first loyalty
o little sisters and brothers..

and when you say
what are you doing here
i say,hot women and cold beer..

no,what are you doing here
bijou tear..
bloated ghostly alien..

and they accuse me of naivete
lily wonders-i will not hate
she says..

my heart is my f own!
this small blue marble my home
my difference is mine..

who do i think i am
a sad alien or something..
my opinion..means nothing..

but just like you i am
alone on this little blue marble
hoping for the best..

the marble has gone and
alone-who wants to be alone?
we will believe anything
rather than, alone..

there may be 7 billion..
there may be alien..
there maybe spanish afternoon
television..but alone..

you know where it is,
some strange foible
between f9 and f10
(whatever they are..)

o my heart it is!
endless circle..
what does it portend
some fallen star..?

the future it is
the most fearful
it is the unknown
yellow with blue arc..

this marble is supreme
distraction
there is no light or
anything  but some hue
we call blue..and a background of
***** yellow-i see we have no future
i don´t care..

at this rate i thought
i might be of interest perhaps
not to others but to my self

a lost elf..a creel and a rod
not much but the less you want
the happier you are..?

i figured i was being ripped off
first by low wages and secondly
by high prices-a lost elf..

not much to be done about
that..but i tried to educate myself
for all that
see thinking is free..

you want to be paid
for your work
and i want to be paid
for mine

you will not be cheated
and i will not be cheated
simple is nt it..

and yet in these silly lines
there is so much..
war and hate
hate and war etc..

i had a searching dream
this morning-it is usually
my guitar but this one was
my car or van to be particular..

what does it mean any oneirologists
out there,in searching i find many
but not mine..it is not desparate more tiresome..
there is so much to dream about..

dear crow

what is arrogance surpassed?
minion,my opinion..
we will gather around the stone..

cry or laugh
what i think-you don´ t
have to pay..

it is free-where space man landed
to the gods of fertility we
sacrificed..

i will read and reject the oligarchy
once more free-high on this world
happy the feather..

  yours til the end-lily..

thin the line
i look down at you
looking up..

it can all go very wrong
i mean to die
and you are mean...

you bet regret
bury your head
your last thought..

you are arrogance surpassed
but i like you for that..
yes you are alright
david in full flight
the hash in my pipe
the view of the arc
caught you in the park-not too
bad..
sad little bird
a lost diamond..rich and poor
your jackdaw-caw..

hello crow!

freedom of choice
not only for the boys-
let us be generous-

let hunger and homelessness
be a crime-comensurate with
double parking on a

bank holiday..let hate be an
abomination-boredom too..
pride in

our love and education-
let there be equal pay
for men and women..

let the huge gulf ´tween poor
and rich, dwindle-
let life be a holiday

and not a life-sentence in
moaning and complaining..
let the children be happy..

let there be thimbles
upon the street-let us be safe..
silver and gold is not all..

ii

i have been asked to read
at the pagan gathering
by the stones..

hope to see you, crow
my dear avis true
as one-lily..

hey lily...!

long time no viddy..?!
(a clockwork orange-)
no words ryhme with orange-

why not?imagine a future
where violent gangs roam
a strange language

and drugs are the cure..
freedom of choice, a man
worry me feather..!

caught you in the park
we are to choose
god says..

choose your burger
choose hull
choose phillip larkin..

choose freedom
violence is always wrong
choose  choice and choosing..

your blackest raven
on the wing
purple shining..

if it were to me
there´d be no gravity
and my heart where it should
be..

would be..
if it were up to me..
and we´d fly free..!?
the vista to be-lieve..
faith a tree..

but it is not..the pavement
hot-polystyrene caught ´tween
earth and heaven..
blackest of raven, my heart..

to write is to live
or to die
it is to give

to write is with
or without
you as, if..

to write is biff
or boff-
some sieve..

to write is to listen
perhaps an inner sound or
dew as it glistens..

to write is to love
from the devil or
from above..

to write is distraction
maybe, the whole or
a fraction..

to write is you
or me and viva
la difference, so..