the friday before the whole fried
salt and desultory shake hand..
the news man intimated
words like latest and limited

exchange and we all will be informed
sold the last language..he cried..
there were our leaders grim face
there was the sky sea and land..

there,  the missiles casual arced..
the world quite another place..!
no more fish or dow index..
no more no next..

on friday last we stayed indoors
no more music at our behest
the dance so many deaths
waiting by the walls..

we avoided birds and eyes
and broke the silence with
a silence..
the flies caught in honey..

the world turned to see
all the toys lay
not much to be
not much at all..

i)

F sharp
was her
favourite

mine
is
E flat

worlds away
night to day
i called

i said,
E flat?
she´d say

F sharp!
i dawdled,
she flew

forward
and back
i thought

she did
she did nt..
i said

G flat!?!
but the
retort-was

(inevitable-)
D sharp..
(i

should have
known)
we had no-

common
but,
love..

ii)

her laugh
F sharp
mine

E flat
she said
that´s funny

i said
not really
i stayed

quiet
(in E flat)
she told

an allegorical
tale
of faith

and loss
she asked
you know what

i call that?
i said,
let me guess

nothing in
common
but love..?

iii)

we met
one food fast
day

She said,
i know
your an E flat-?!

i can always
tell!
(another one..)

so,
began
our sojourn

in hell..
who paid
we split it..

tbc..

i

give me my lifes´
the day crowded bright
and the night sumptuous..

give me my pretty wife
where love at first sight
bind us..

give us two souls blithe
fused as light within light
sweet bounteous..

let us soar and dive
like content swallows might
time in lost happiness..

( and let trouble and strife
bind-us the more tight
like our first kiss..)

give then to two one life
white to white
whole as stars

as love unto death
might break apart
and ride the cosmos..


ii

the jonah by james herbert
a heist goes wrong and a colleage
is shot..

just another debacle for our hero
in a long list
that has him transferred to the

drug squad and east anglia..
to live in a caravan..
keep his eye on the locals

and drink strong beer..
ellie his partner
makes him eat

and they fall in love
though various tentions rise
due to his troubles..

some flash backs
a left baby in a toilet
sadistic stuff at the orphanage..

bullies and dodgy collars
his step father is strict
he is an ornothologist..

there are drug related incident
a dead vole
a us pilot bites the farm..

some little boy thinks he
can fly..
the water supply
some pilfering

some heavy knocks
some bad lies
some kitchen

small potatoes
but all part
of mr herbert´ s charm..

a huge storm
the spooky old mill
a wild trip..

and regression
bad men
bad men..

lot´ s of struggle
the raw products
towed in by trawler

assembled by the knights
torn
and a lost twin..

a monster in the flood
where others die
a maitre d..

a ***** salesman and
his girl in a caravan
the fishermen..

helicopters and
victory for
the forces of good..

and the jonah
gone and all
is light..

the end..

gone blank
blank gone
one crank
crank one

varicose vein
upon me ankle
was i vain
rankles

i dreamed a
way
without
reflections

your man
looked in the
pond
but reversed

the only use
for a mirror
casting
hex

pin pricking
the universe
and joining
hands

she said,
i experience
i dreams
love fed

do not f a friend
soon be dead
son and daughter
love weaned

love giving
proud
volume
loud

(i write
crap
when
blank

something
tap
well
hell..)

i

gosh,look at the time
half past two
must dash
bird lime..
moon cane
how are you
purr
i´ m fine..
i´ m fine too
even so
sun frazzle
brain..
yes,
you love
you love
**..
then
gone
do
stone..
more paper
how life
has
changed..
how we
manage
bird lime..
blind
we are
the stars
dazzle
moon cane..
only yesterday
we did our sums
and today
we are the sum..
birdy
doest thou
dwell
on tomorrow..
moony
the sun
will
shine..
in our mind
will be
see
will..
hope
and
glory
scissors..
and joining
a great
hand
in your´ n..
god
bless
it takes
genius..
never taken
the eye
off
the ball..
for every
ladder
a fallen
snake..
things have
a way
of even
and out..
can i say a
colour
here
gray..
or rather
grey
is very pretty
bird lime..
moon cane
is that the
time..
gone three..
we never really
untitled
no
no named..
lol
cared
did nt worry
oh no..
stoics
burning flames
kind
and unawares..
or war
one penny
four blackjacks
and a blooming
sweet twilight
to boot
things were
different..
moon cane
seems so long
and yet
very brief..
know what you
mean
every word
a lost diamond..
a dew drop
in the early
morning
sunshine..
long as you
have
your health
blinding wisdom..
moon cane
bird lime
i mind my own..
do you..
and what do you
do all day long
flip,look at the time
drink wine..
lol
those were the days
think
says or said..
argued with everybody
easy a bell tolls
off stage
my life has been..
yes,a curious affair
there were so many
occassions
so many closed
cages
moon cane
and do you know
what saved us
apart from a
******* clad
don´ t
sixth sense..
go..
bird lime
stuck
along
then..
silence
is the
most
listen..

ii

we held our tongues
he was a screaming hushed
silent jungle
quieted throne
moon cane
all alone
never mind
the time
a diving hippo
crocs slip in
and birds
flap away
ever silently
baby
beware...
here is a
cross
some so
there lurks
light like air
then sweet cruelty
you hear that
less that nothing
lurking traps
the day quiet
why even the trees
beseech in prayer
still rapt
listen a sigh
the fear is held
like the rose
tween rot
in the silent
in the variance
move real slow now
and listen
we know
nothings glisten
do this waiting
what is to wait..

go to a party with you friends
it´s  the details that will destroy
not some general mistake
like lead in the wine vats

like a crumb on your lips..

it is just those insignificant
when there is no mercy
two wires nearly fail
a rip that curls

the light on your hair..

it may all seem so
other world
but all of a sudden
some everlasting fall
brings me down

and your warm hand

it is so common place
so utterly bland
from brown to beige
and back to brown
small town

the fun in your eyes

i can´t be fussed
to cussed
go even to some
wilds party
change my socks

but you are my star dust

i

a)


got to keep writing
o note to self
i remember my life
sleeping sand hard

concrete worse..
now i have a dicky hip
no surprise
i should have worked harder

and paid rent but the more
i worked the more drunk
i got
and i worked hardest

when drunken..
(but insane..)
so i took refuge in
reading


b)


the written word
became god
there is sanity
in tolstoi

i roamed with anna
but more transfixed
by bbd as he played chess
things looked darker

but by the waves
life is grand
war and peace
s you ran off with

i hope you are well
and realize by now
the gravity
of your offence


c)

i had to forgive you
because you had recently
married and now was
on the run..

and her brothers were hot
on your trail
you see for every corner
and the loud door

i should explain that s was desparate
for liturature
so for a brother
i lent him

peace when i was coming to the
end of war
and he swore
so he married

they were drunk
he said the party was on
war and peace..!
he knew her a week..

they had his passport
they had shotguns..
we got very ******
sorry,about the book

good man yourself
what a party man
o s you just wanted
to get married..

what an effing party
in this old fisherman´s cafe
on the sea harbour
we laughed...

i

hey..siesta..what a way
lily will slide and sway
slink over a randy black
widow spider..

to the dark gods a prayer
spinning a sweet hop on her back..
after reinacting death throes..
paint her toes..

she sings lotus eater blues
making my soul sore through
a little ditty with no tune
i say, i love her too..

ii

i read corso´ s
friends
for the first
time
in many
years..

there is so laughter
and tears
in his economy
and so wise..
every one in there..!

some of the lines
like old friends
some just so
fresh too
gregory corso..

iii

i had the legendary
penguin
what was the no..
gens berg
ferlengetti
corso..

iv

guilty me
mint tea

guns as romantic
hand fill
if every time
before sabre..

then a rock
before we hid
today lily
pontificate not..

take us back to
the virginal earth
cooling..
brings back with a bump

too many guns..tooo many
if i had a purple cherry
for every gun shot on
television..

what a pathetic metaphor
still,to be fair
i killed a blackbird once
with an air gun..

and i have been plagued by
them ever since
so what happens if you ****
a man..

some are quiet ok
and others not
brilliant
and that illustrates

how different are we
lily..
i shot a song bird
this has scarred me

is it time for the caves
i would not
if on a saturday night
or  in the dark

open country
surely
well all be sorry
by first light..

haloween
we never celebrated
haloween
though day today
existing..

haloween
the monsters and
what
in the world..

or from a dark
middle
on the edge
haloween

not defect
show me your
rabbit..
a rat..

a boy in a mask
meets without
skull shining
haloween!

listening
trick a treat
with glowing
knowing
thin..

haloween
where there may
have been
there was none

it is
haloween
no real
feeling..

what given to
that singular
expression
empathy..

more of a crazed
rapture
what a saliva
dribbling

haloween
i do like tapping
he said..
and rabbits..

dracula
fire
marshmellows
no pumpkins

carved into
cackles
the walk
we never cared

for haloween
day off
no
business as

normal..

here a sleight prayer to the gods of precipitation
for the garrulous little swallows in the agave
decorating like trifling bits of finery
whilst the sky waves and waves come crashing..

thanks be to the gun metal of gray
a cheery wave to the non existant horizon
hooray,for the cooled southerly breezes
while day cries our scorched and when

yesterday but the day before and now now..
the collection of sighed the changes so
say cool and the sweet perfumes..
the relieving rain rains down..

exclamation

i

here we are then
same old ancient desire
same old scream
we chide dull fire

of unending unrelenting
unforgiven..
gosh
will it never end..

our forelocks annointed
by a new ghost
something anew
we and i mean dead

toast look and pray
but it´s the same old
show a new day
we sit mouth open..

later,i will go to
the supermarker
after,
sit in the park..

then,climb so
many steps
and what will
be will be..

he seems a nice down to earth guy
he has that scottish honesty
like a spring day
and a fine whiskey..

if he sat next bar
there would be tears and laughter-
remembered long after..
remembered long after..

he was kind
**** saw eh
aws nkdi..!

but messed up
pu
tub

they met
heyt tem

but didn´t
bother
reh tob..

she did nt
care
care..

they went
their separate
ways..way..

how do i validate my feelings
(well really who cares)
a poet stood beneath ice
we seek justification

we seek reason..
but this christmas morn
i saw a a robin red breast
and in it´s eyes

no interest
only hunger
some irritation
and bare need..

the day of black and white
so much the better
was *******-

there was a quality of light!
what the butler saw
she squirming on the knee

laughing with silk stockings
bright!
champagne and cigar
a puzzled eye

in the key
hole
now the maid

now the hound
now her husband
now blood..

a lot for a penny
the beauty in tone
how is love..

how is the world with you?
round and flat too
a tear track or bugaloo..

or grey to greyer..
and bach
aire on a g..

easy to be
every breath
blue..

is it all a lie
and cripplingly
true..

dream or reality
come on down
or high..

how many years since we
heard from joe
a curious combo combing
hurt

and happy..
some inspired bass
some real *******
sensitive lyrics..

he was 6 foot 6..
his piano composition
is further inspiration
i felt

jealous and sick..
stepping out
i glowed inside
and howled along..!

into the light
young old
tv gone
fnd..

he made too
a song called cancer..
everything
gives you cancer..

listen now..
never hear live
a lively rumbo
or something..

and don´ t played
that piano..
good on yer
joe..

iv

not unlike
alladin sane
kind of
a bit

bowie
not so
formulaic
less structured..

he rambles
along
like tottering
on a cliff

a bit more
melancholic
there is a
lack of direction

and a child like
frustation
the genius
tired by genius..

the whole thing
lacking any kind
of melody
but quite melodic..

some of the single notes
might have been aliens..
lol..
and the pianist

was his first and only
cut..and saved the day
when we are
to plummet

into insanity..
there comes
the saxaphone
which purrs

and loves us
into breath..
and that first
boing!!!!

astrix joe jackson
a real songwriter..