i

the people i met later
said they never really
knew me..

that is because they
were not interested
i spoke

and the tumbling weeds
blew
the birds sang

sometimes i would say
i am an alien and
as we waited

in the silence and for them
to talk about themselves..
(which turned out to be

not far from the truth)
but in solitude
i found myself..

ii

maybe,lily says
archly-you were boring..
they were no more

interesting-believe me
one story-
i knew better than they..

i)

it is hard to judge your
own creation
ask any mother or god

(i am neither)
and i write and forget
or to forget

that i might write
another-something that
means something

or might change the
cosmos and everything in it
or just go-do-ray-mi..

ii

this is the fun-never knowing
but using my thumb and
middle can create

indifference puzzlement
love and hate
in some ambigousness-

left handed fate..
or a play with words
some loch ness

iii

monster at the gate
going-ahhhhhhhh!
when it turns absurd

but keep on going
regardless-what might occur
something of interest

like art or wait..
life is short
and death is long..

iv

try not to say
what is the point
(cause it´s an oblong)

pointless questions
a dirge or some long lost song
that has no effing ending

but goes ding-****
but makes millions
happy..

or why bother?
long long the flow
of tiny little things..!

v

once i dreamed of
fame and fortune..
lily, are you listening?

why,she says marking
her page-what is she reading-
her own poems..here´s one-

a)

i wanted money
so i could eff off
the factory

(or office..)
the time piece
like a ***** or rack

-the monster of
silver and black
that nailed

into my head and
heart
so lost but accurate...

(i might rise late
and drink good coffee
yawn and be happy..)

b)

fame seems a bit
of an oversight
who to trust..

when it´s lost
something indefinable
the strangers babble..

i was me
now,what to say
what is it i

thought it was
things change
but to what..

vii

what is she reading
her own poems still
here is another one..

it is called


just to
**** time:
in the mind
if you stick pins in mine-

a second hand..stretching
on a rack never to come
back..elongating and breaking
(thumbs *******)

you see me
in the factory
looking up at three
and again at five..

i actually talked to my heroes
and they were pretty interesting
some say never meet your heroes..
some say there are no more heroes..

but i found them modest interesting
and fearful in about the same measure..
so..
i noticed the rats did too..

i always envisaged me
as a man met everyday
but who was never met..
stepped to a non exist

from some far imagined
some distant punch line
a question marked
a low mirror signed

waiting for my wine
but a glass of neither
half
arrived..

and yet immersed in
to white trees
to a magnificent
blue..

i began to feel
where else
underneath
the stars
(and you.)

i am a king in exile
but fear not
my people
i shall return soon

and a golden age
of freedom
and happiness
rule

yeah..

i



long wind
about 40 second
s..
from begining to end..
but in rewind..

effing eternal..!
ah..the cool park bench
then we got the cops
they were cool too..

under the beautiful orbs
we shared a cigarette
and watched the stars
like so many ghosts..

getting older in
same moment..
never never
repeated..

ii


i reminisce lily girl friend..


iii

before i am dead..
i will sonnet it

how
start at the end
lily backward..

iv

sitting we by the great will of god head,
we shared a smoke and watched the brightest stars,
any,we were alive of stoutest hearts,
not ghosts..never..never..never..she said,
we laughed..and gave yesterday´s old sad bread
to the ducks..we will recall the past war-
they say go to hell go there go very so far,
for i would rather expire...yet....be dead,

we were blanked and from the ******* harbour,
he ran off for his gun after a ghosts
stance and i thought this cost..(and i so lost..)
she hurled stuff at the night right manager,
then soon about second we were like hosts
reflected and shiny it´s love the most..

i am an enchanter
look deep to the star
twin and singular

far and far
for and for
lovers

as we are
and will be
circulars
to eternity..!