do you know what i mean
i try to write that
some detailed dream
coins that miss a hat

that send them scurrying
i wanted to shout
the birds laughing
i wished for knout..

ii

which was a weapon
the tsarists beat the cossacks with
to no avail
in the morning i see sails

little white on the great blue
it is sweet..i want my ashes sprinkled
on the med..consumed by fish
ate by gulls

shat into the earth from which
a tree grows and love begins..
is that asking too much..
the knout was made from some hard wood..

iii

lily says
she has nothing to say
in the uk

our hitting implement
was birch to which the russians
attatch certain romantic qualities

can´t remember what..
klimpt liked them
personally,i don´t think

hitting anyone helps
then,the swallows fly by
then, i check out green

and have a shower
and practise my jazz classical
songs..

on the hill the cacti
in a summer that burned i
too hot for the flies
think about keith haring..

and have some eggs which
survived the shelfs demise
i thought it was the ceiling..
frightened the **** out of us..

eggs good..i am reading
adrian mole the cappachino years
which is charming

and amusing and an interesting
historical document..the ninties were
rather evasive somehow..

i played the girl from ipanema
and though it grinds
f major-

and some fancy *** runs
i tried to make it cry
fine woman..

i got into it..
the middle eight kicks
her scent

some what evasive
the city stops
a dream begins..

and then look out again and
think what to do today
and write some poetry..