exactly-crow as we know
has to eat and lily is rather
chilly..read on..!

(brrr-bbrrr-telephone..)
the tape playing-hello
i am not in but read me

a poem..it´s me-i got this one
at the bootsale for 50 cents
selected poems by sylvia plath..

mrs drake proceeds to supper

no novice
in those elaborate rituals
which allay the malice
of knotted table and crooked chair
the new woman in the ward
wears purple,steps carefully
among her secret combination of egg shells
and breakable humming birds
footing sallow as a mouse
between the cabbage-roses
which are slowly opening their furred petals
to devour and drag her down
into the carpet´s design.

with bird-quick eye cocked askew
she can see in the nick of time
how perrilous needles grain the floorboard
and outwit the brambled plan
now through her ambushed air
adazzle and broad shards
of broken glass,
she edges with wary breath.
feeding off jag and tooth
until turning sideways,
she lifts one webbed foot after another
into the still,sultry weather
of the patients´dining room.

nice one-i am sell my possessions
at the next flea market
due to starvation..
see you soon..

ii

hello crow no reply
since time mormorial
the world has considered

the artist starving-since vinny
chopped his ear and no doubt previously
which is it hunger or beauty?

while the fat little bourgeois sits
in his shop and gets off free..
myth:anyone can work in a factory..

but good luck and don´t be greedy..
but be lucky little birdy
l..