TRASH MAIL, SPAM. (Entitled).

Freedom comes on a rainy day,
Like Ice and chilled guacomale - that s . . . that's
Mushed avocado and mayonnaise.
No Rules, No excuses, No good. . . . No good good.

Freedom and the Verse, canticles, sermons
Avocado Man stands, hugging the third pew.

Freedom and the ability to say . . How's it Bro, How's it, MY bro
That's okay, I'm cool, pass the bag of ice back to the...
The one who wants Ice not hot pot from offa
The stove.

Stove. Stove, hotch potch stove, whose goona make my sandwiches
When I'm sick and the folks are out there, queues
Pa's still on the dole. Mamma a part time nurse.
Hotch potch cross over - you got yourself a bun!

Hop scotch . . fairies fly when brothers grow moustaches
Twins, both beards by the time they're 10.

I'm leaving the planet . . Ice, sun. . The scent of the the roses - this here a song? No, nor neither a rhyme. A liturgy for who? A first, a last, the clock tower at the Waterfront . . . . Bought a vase, bought a bin. Got no plant, no paper to put in. Yet. A nursery is a shop that sell mainly plants - Got a lot of those, tomorrow gonna buy me a fairy. Ireland is where they come from. . . . Chelsea Britannia and Brittany Bay, Botany Harbour. . . . . boats, ships, trips!

JOKERS AND JACK APPLES . . . (Illuminous).

Hey Johnathan, got a fig? Want one, four if you can spare, alright.
Alright . . yeah mate, that's okay by me but first gotta check it out
with my old lady, that's Eve.
I'm doing Mountcasino later. Are you game? And. . . don't forget the
figs, bro - check it out with your vrou (a grin with black eye teeth).
Yeah, that's cool .... Hey man, call me scone!

Stars start to shine. . . .but not all bright like. Its 7 by Green . . . Hey
mate, you can't take your own snacks, in! But slip me those figs. You
hear? You hear me, or what... The dogs got your knock knocks in a
harbour net? Hey?

Next time youse ouens, better wear a suit, okay a tie and lets check
how you look like that. At the one arms . . .Bad news for mate - R500
Slukked in the first 20 mins and like major descent! Poker on a pool
table. Fuck that's novel. I'm cool man, cool. . . . . . but are you, Mr
Croupier and can I shake your claw? Jokes Utah, Jokes.

. . . . . ... Mum would say - The Heathens, The Wicked, The Ignoramus,
The closeted in The Dark . . . . Steal, gamble, prostitute
And other devilish pursuits. . . .. . . Steal, murder, adulterate . . .
The Deadly sins? More like 70 than.....7!
Look at Phyllis, Constance's daughter. She ran off with Johnathan O! ..
Oh! o'Bailey! Bairns involved wasn't they. Lust, pastor Green said -
Lust and carnage, murder . . . Sleet, stone, torment, filth and the
Hung and quartered spoussis? Knock down shame! Isn't it.

I, I Mavis was tempted - by Rathfelder, that's Jones's boy,
He took a shiver up my spine, apples he bought and sweet,
Sweet gluwein. No cheap figs, bah! The Lord does say - Beloved,
When temptation chills your conscience? Flail yourself through
And through! Better to sit on the lip of heaven than to drag
your feet through the lichen clad floor of Satan's village.

Phyllis had her story too. Sorrows and more sorrows. WAS it
worth it, Phyl? No. Just no? Just no, said Phyl, so traumatised
By the event. Jonathan' s mum, also a Mavis, said that yesterday
Felicity, Johnathan's wife, took herself, the 6 bairns and threw
Herself and the lot of them off Crabtree Cliff, Saunders Gorge
Is where theyse all went splat! Phyl said nothing. But her sister,
Hettie said that Phyllis will never ever leave the house again -
Penance.

The politics of Dancing, the Roux, eggs,
Sugar, milk.
Stiches for knife wounds and how do you do?
The semantics of psychotherapy? Yoo Hoo!

BREAKDOWN, CALLING GLORIA!

Calling Gloria! Easter Specials!
Meats, sweets, paperback novels!
Calling Gloria - Megaphone City,
News Cafe, Cancel post box deliveries and...
Call, Call, loudspeakers call it out
Calling Gloria!

Telepathic, homo sapiens, coreographers,
Always on the run. Somehow.
Catch the phrase, post a letter, a text goes display.
Calling Gloria! Glow worm Gloria!
I think you've got my number . .
Mother's day on the rugby field

Calling Gloria, glory be to Gloria,
If everybody wants ye, why ain't nobody
Calling ye! Rhetoric, there's no answer,
Gloria? Lets give her an alias,
Glory to Gloria, the Moon, the Stats, The Heavens where you, I

RESIDENCY, THE STARS, THE MOON . . .

I love the night and the cloth of the dark,
I, I love the night!
The abacus, the mathematician, hallo,
Galileo . . . . The stars, the NigMel

A BREAK A SNACK- Organic oven roasted cashews!

The woman STRIDES into the bill room - very self assured, confident, not sunny, snappy. C whispers softly to me, I didn't mean for us to spend the WEEKEND. Go on I say also indirectly and in a whisper. n pad muse: C would look after me, viz the bulbs and Lee. Expln- I AM responsible for all Lighting and not working. BUT... For firsts< anything to keep me able. Not dependant on C! Dream mentions how I gave Lee 2 fuzzy yellow light bulbs - his exact description of the bulbs I offered him. Note pre Lee visit, I'd made a thorough list of bulbs change and sorted into match the absol pleth of bulbs C had left! Lee went thru this. What didn't need said he should take. The gap where the fuzzies.

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. . . I'm very nice to her. . . whisper a few words to her. She's okay and I'm so happy for C. In this dream, have a lot of empathos re C.

I'm in Brooklyn. Taking photos. I cross the island, busy Koeberg Road. Go into the Post Office. Note I've had a collect slip for Ton ages by bed. Mine expired - prob UNISA. Promised T, faithfully. Note Exclusives stopped me snap snap! Thereon asked first thanked after. Golden Rule!

In the Brook P O... Man up front and hippie ish woman behind - long wait! Woman gets fed up...flounce off! There are 3 tellers. . . . . . MUST to P O for T! Parking! Weak Point < in dm.

C's Girlfriend - A woman I was friends with in my 20s. Helen. A J. W. Dirt poor but didn't work. Bit of a nervous condition, difficult childhood. Sunny, loud. Husband Wurfy. Born into The Truth. Helen had been very los she said pre Truth. Their flat showed the poverty. Never forget how oneday she said - The man at Kentucky Fried Chicken says his chicken is finger fucking good. GOD! I was SO incredibly embaressed . . . Can u bel never ever told anyone till now. Desperate... Leave it out but . . .let what is true be true, not sullied . . . . Girlfriend has hair dark like Helen's only Helen's was usually dead straight, ocassionally home perm and curl, Girlfriend's very curly. Wears a dark brown pants suit. Remind of Liz, Ernie appoint. Togged to the nines - chocolate brown suit. She carries a med size hand bag - chocolate brown this with a drawstring tie. also over her shoulder wears a large choc brown again, bag like Pete's college, computer shape, size. I got one two, green but smaller. Pete's is gray.

C gave my money on Friday last week. That's rich! Normally Saturday-less and less, Sunday or even Monday. Insert: Liesl says Hilton s taking my bills to the meeting. C said he'd pay! There's been a subtle change ?

Dream mentions Pete filling my tank to spot on a quarter -definitely didn't use near 200, although had said....there's change. Pete STILL hasn't taught me to to download. Huge hassle for him - but fuck me if I'll get taught at home. Does Pete know I'm a tad o the t?

C comes to the house, up a circular bend ..? Mine's straight. He comes in the way all family members come in the door from the garage - whether you park outside garage or not. He comes up some steps. Then his fab girlfriend enters a bit later. C's gone upstairs to check the room for him and his gal. We're all in the billiard room whn he enters. I am so genuinely, deeply happy for him, whisper this. Crystal and such a wonderful feel! Eek! He's uncomfortable waiting here withus, billiard room - first in of i leading door to house.

DREAM 18TH MARCH: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Roald Dahl) meets with
Hamilton the Philatelist. Welcome!

. . . Websters. This man has promised to marry me. I say LOLLY, look it up in Websters. Then he decides not to. I leave the church .... Cancel the Chateau arrangement. Repeat, Cancel the Chateau arrangement - real life, I had planned to go on a short holiday. . . . The dream says clearly, cancel, you have the rest of your life. Rl I was so dissapointed but KNEW correct decision. Later in the dream, the exact opposit appears. Crystal - DONT cancel!

I take the LOLLY, go to a surgeon. see the chocolate man. Bos hair just like my friend Sue.

Verbatim: Bigger best chew church fax look for container - Seona. Missed her,haven't seen her for ages. She retired, Biggie Best. rl yesterday had to go to Woolies - promised myself no other stops! Stopped at Clicks, B Best and Musica. Naughty me!

In B Best, I decided I d like to buy a chair - so comfy. And curtains to match. All for my bedroom. Marta helped and then I had to get to Woolworths. Asked if she could trace Seona . . . Phoned today. Head office info. . . Packet of blades o fash style from Clicks, hold this piece of information.

Next and blurred . . We're in a bet ....books for person who wins. bet with me, M, another fave person. blur and am so glad and I'm off the hook.

.... . . .. Tony Sandell's guys are building down at my pool. An open plan ? THICKET which leads onto the pool (Relev? That area is precisely where T would put out her plastic party tables).

Silly! This coloured guy wants to know if he must put up partitions in front of or behind the .....ill....
DONT KNOW . . . In front becomes an open . . . . DONT KNOW.

I keep saying, Phone Tony. He's reluctant, tries to work it out. I don't want any involvement, its C's project. I have my computer on, want to stay connected. ? My password check to change. (Rl am concerned that my password is too obvious and that my children willy nilly access. Cf bank attendant helping one at the ATM, turn away when you punch in yr password). Stale Mate!

My son NEVERgoes out socially. THINK it bothers him. Asking re girls at college. Says, laissez faire style, there's one or two that are quite hot. (Better than being cool?) Invite one on a date, I say. He's not that keen.

Tony Sandell project is left open-ended. Clean blinds.

Write to Zen first thing! (Think refs to a letter rep my on and on ?s. Also Hilton spoke to Zenob re ZERO bills getting paid, and the new bit? C Greece lawyer.) A Further Note an insert if you like. My last ... Gush of Bon Homie Zenobia Meet - I mentioned that I paid for my cell from C's card and before I could point out the . . . surely obvious ...she said - I am SO glad to see you using your husband's card for things for yourself - ALL smiles. I expl and she said. . . hee hee ... Liesl . . .maak notte vir mevrou se hund! Hy moet die bille betaal, hoor.


- - INTERMISSION - -

DREAM: TONY SANDELL AND SKY LIGHTS.

My tables are blowing like mad. (Not sure re ref to dream but my whit plastic tables which sit out when T has a party blow over in even moderate winds). I'm apprehended by a man or me myself.
he says your'e not allowed re the blowing around tables. Sorry.

Cathy filthy mouthing Marina again. MARINA's to blame! Not yesterday and not too much. (In fact the dream indicates that I'm dreaming - in my dream that this foul mouthing is going on. i want it to!)

TONY SANDELL - Is the man who with his company built our sky lights, 8. They make a HUGE difference to my quality of living inside. I proposed and insisted on all of them. Met Tony a couple of times. Late 50's very tall, quite big all round. Fair. A crop of dark blonde hair. Alas the other half owner of the house insisted that they were un-openable. The four kitchen lights havsee each a blind on them. of late I've been racking my brains on how to remove and clean the,, blinds. The Window Shine man, Pat, also tall, big but very little hair, dark blonde and fair, same age p m can't help and obviously can't do those inners of these windows. When I phoned the architect for info re Tony, he said he'd died! heart something.

I phoned around on my own but could not find anyone who could help. Got a couple of get-back-to-yous who didn't. My skylights? dirty babies if you like. The by far biggest problem is that a plethora of all kinds of insects gather BEHIND the white thin blinds. Looks like the dog's breakfast!

No solution in sight. Lets see, perhaps my lazy son can help. The lady at T Sandell says theyr'e actually easy to remove, and the maid could wash them and Window Shine whose coming soon, could clean the inners of the windows!

THE TEA PARTY YONDER SIDE CLOVER HILL (Unamed Poetess).

Come for tea, Oh come for tea!
Said Strelitzia to Reginae.
Buttercup will be there with
Aunt Daffy. Come oh come, Reginae.
May I bring Nicolae and Viburnum?
Rubrum's bringing Watsonia, Gladiolus and Pink.

Anchusa s putting on a show. Bluebell, Coriander,
Ammy, Lachkee and Spirigyri are in it.
Cocks Comb's Whodunit is what we'll see.
Oh a treat! Such a treat, like crumpets and tea!

Ceropegia, just LOOK at Sandy's hat!
Going to tea? Looks rather as if it's fit for
A Mortuary.

Parsley, the Vicar will say Matins at 11.
Carnation will be collecting collections
With lambsfoot, a pretty wreath in
Her hair and what silky, shiny hair it is.
Avocado, her mother, Basil her brother, he
A special guest for the day will also come.
Card tricks He'll show,
Maybe give us a tune on the oboe.

Carol's coming on her new bike,
A Hot Rod, I believe.
Peppadew and Sweet Chili along for the ride,
Peppadew in the side car, Chili pilion seat.

So come all you ladies, Come!
Tea for all, Saturday on the other side of
Clover Hill.

X X X X X X X X X

Is my food and a gas bottle, small. Some junk food items, one's a coke lite. Above sink is a large kitchen. Al foods are processed. Eg a tin of baked beans, soup in a packet, a thickening agent. (Rl my sister had given me asked for advice on how to thicken an ostrich mince dish. You need a thickening agent for eg, Maizena or Bisto). The dim kitchen has this huge table, in fact is all table and on top, these processed foods plus 1950 type kitchen paraphenalia, eg a mincer, a cake mixer, a coffee maker.

She says, I want to sell all my money. How do I tell her there's prac nothing left.

I have two medium pots with a slightly smaller one in between, plastic of which I have 100s of.The outer two, mediums are old. The middle one is new.. As per rl sometimes, the pots are impossible to pull apart. I want to ditch them but because of the new pot, I don't. (Rl I don't throw away new pots but because I have so many pots, sometimes I'll throw away stuck pots).

Yest I was looking for the smallest of all pots - all in the garage save one. I want to behead an aloe tricolor- Robyn - a gift. It will not grow. Have one clone also slow but not THAT slow. A second clone NEEDED a smallest pot. lazy re the trip!

UNPUBLISHED BUSH TELEGRAPH (The Morning Stat).

Salt on your lips,
Morning comes.
The oboe, the lute
The leprechaun invades sacred space.

Grains of sand scatter away
Stand on the cusp, gather, scatter
The remnants of another day
Gone by. . . Go too.

A witch's cauldron
Stir alongside
Oh Holy Wizard . . .
Thine the cauldron
Thine the spew.

Coreography doth not a
Dancer
Make. A lock of your hair
My love, a lock of your hair.

What crawls, goes bump in the night
Take me away from
Take me far, far away from
Cruelties,
These, these go bump in the night.

Make Sleuth with shields!
God create!
Thine sacred hands
Never tarry, never be still.

Take me Away, Take me .... Away
Warm honey and when the honeycomb
Cold as ice? What warms honey
In the face of bitter vice?

Vengeance, the sole righteous ownership
Man has clutched, made it
A shoddy thing.
Blunt, bitter aloes, bristle on your face.

Take me away, take me away. . .
Forever you and me. . .
At the Last Post, the Evening Sun
Be my forever, come with!

TEST YOUR GREY MATTER or USE THE NET . . ..

Odd Men: Which is the odd ball here >>

* Yoga Callanetics Pilates Skipping rope Ballet dancing Tai chi. Now say why.

What in Common:

Floribunda and Forensics. Name the what.

Three words:

Name 3 words which start with Z and end in S. Note Zebra doesn't fully fit the criteria.

4 Words:

Name 4 words beginning with T. All must belong to the Animal kindom. Note a tarantula qualifies. Do NOT use Tarantula as one of your 4.

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DREAM CONTINUED:

. . Johnny's wearing a dark grey suit. VERY close fit. Resembles a still life figure a bit. He looks a bit like a doctor I once knew, not Colured though.

He's snobbish, wanders around the place. I'm a bother to all and angry. I walk away.......dream says 'TO Johnny'. I think this is probably an error.

THE END*******

DREAM

DREAM TITLE: DREAM MISTRESS.

..... verbatim- This is it, slept whole night with moss, renewed himself, done it all.

An orange brown diagram of a circle and a second circle but this one is indented on one side. this is very like Tutenkhamen. Squarish head. Mouse and two elastic bands, two passports, broken. (This refers to the fact that Mouse and I where in an embassy when she pulled out from her bag, a RUBBER band and tied my two passports together). (A second reference- Collie gave Patch a perspex container, rectangular and quite deep of rubber bands to give to me. I refused it and suggested to Patch that he might offer it to Trich. She accepted it).

Collie should be...illegible..the Chelsea show. I'm worried.

Next scene is at my parents place of work. A large pic of my mother's head and shoulders, large, white, imposing. In the dream, an image of my mother is thrown up - she is dressed in a lovely, billowy white dress, a long string of white pearls with matching earrings. This is a real life image of my mother with my son, a toddler. He is dressed in dungarees-I can't recall the colour - and a black and white pin stripe shirt. A lovely picture which I have framed.

The place of work, workers are sitting in a car. One of them, the sales rep, goes by name of Jolly, looking quite young, is in charge. They're waiter types. (Note-staff: Trich's son works as a griller in Sea point as does Molly's son Musey, also S P).

Mother has left but there's 'someone' who looks like her in her place. A rectangle, deep, on its side. (Image of a black video or dvd plastic unit I found in my storeroom two days ago. I didn't open it. It was ridged. big, cumbersome.)

Yes! It IS her. Now clearly visible by the number writ on her face - 802. Frantic! Everything must be perfect. I try help. No! Someone else's in charge.

3 new coloured men appear. Parent's work place. The man who in real life is the head of the workers goes by the name of Cordneeda. My one sister, accused Cordneeda of stealing a very large bottle of tickeys from my parent's safe. Unclear resolution.

A CARNIVAL OF FEASTS, GO BINGE!

Party Time! Whats for Gorge and
Down downs?
Bring in the platters, roll through...
The big pig, apple half way down
Its throat.

Crumpets, muesli, fruit salad,
Like your yoghurt?
Bacon, sausage, fritters,
Eggs! thats sunnyside, poached, scrambled
A choice for kings, more, more!

Done the toast, jam, cafe frappe,
Coffees, teas, any flavour any way.
Thats brunch, breakfast, morning tea-
Take all or just what you like.

Lunch. Gorge de luxe!
Down downs on the finest wines,
A beverage-all choices catered for.
The visual effect of tables creaking, Aah.

Feed, don't stop till a swollen belly
Says... take five, recharge, fire!
Pork belly, chops, no neck.
Lamb, poultry, the best turkey yet.

Fish. Eat fish? Crustacaea? Mollusca?
Thats my man. Cartilage, bones?
Thats verboten, all cleared out.
Fillets, soft parts, grilled, fried, steamed.....

Salads, vegetables any all kind.
Herbs, spices and all condiments
A bestseller, Beetroot with sliced lime.
Not on the table? fingers click, Yeah, Done.

Dessert. You gotta go there cos
You will never believe. Custards so thick,
Syrups so sweet. Creams rich in dollops.
Profiteroles, cherries with mascapone,
It just never stops. Feast gorge till your'e throw up sick
.Go there, do the whole thing.. Brunch, breakfast, lunch.

Nothing like a feast...among friends
Enemies? Nothing spoils Gorge Day.
Don't stay away! An always come back.

$$$ $$$ $$$ $$$

CYCLES AND BLUE CHIP (Anonymous)

Life, rivers and the sands of time
A rich man owns an oasis
Who finds what? - blue chips
In river sand.

Fountains of glory, seas, storms
Whats more
A chip of wood - thats brown
Nor stock, neither change
A changing moon?

A forensic psychologist flies. . .
His bike - a river bed
A sand track.
Chips, shells, who plays roulette?
Slammer at the table,
Black Jack and the Bingo machine!

A psychiatrist on the dole
A physician on the street
Wall Street analysts . .
Count quick!
Rumour spells nose dive.

Rivers, seas, coins, pounds,
A shadowy night looms.
Refuge? An oasis . .
Moves. Still, stands the test of time

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My Tears gone dry, pearls on a plate. (Anonymous)

Tears for nothing, pennies rolling in the street.
O. D. Factor, factor it in, do sums, set aside.
Tears a river? Who's crying wolf?
Pearl and permaculture, hair tongs or blow dry
Go for it cowboy, you get to decide.

Steadfast knife from the galaxy of blues
A knife when a pencil and pad's no use.
Universal pictures said it all -
Have a ball! Go out with a bang! Or Hang man.

Shepherds and shepherd's pie
Like cheese? Do it on toast!
Cream puffs, custard, jelly-jiggle-o
A feast, death row, pick a treat.

"We have one life." That's taxman and rebate stuff.
A send off's never a send off without a fat crowd.
Bugles, cherubs, seraphs, JC himself
That does it for me, my kind of stuff!

Suicide? Call it what you will-
Over your head debt, been cast aside
Tell you what mate-done a preview
And.. nothing to beat Snuff It Time in super syle

WHO PAINTED THE MOON BLACK . . . (Anon)

Who painted the moon black?
Who painted the moon black?
Won t you come . . come back soon
The moon s crying inside.

Who painted the moon black?
Who painted the moon black?
It must have been. . . . Who painted
The night black, who blacked out the stars?
That night.

Who painted the moon black?
Who painted the moon black?
Stars, night, planets, none could be seen
That night.

Who painted the moon black?
Who painted the moon black?
Sun came, sun left, and still
No moonlight left.

Who painted the moon black?
Who painted the moon black?
Won't you come back, won't you
Remove the paint . .
Cos the moon's crying inside.

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I WAS MARRIED IN ENGLAND (Anonymous)

I was married in England. On the day of the famous Chelsea Show. In a church in Northampshire, by a priest born in Nova Scotia . . . . . and what a very fine wedding it was too. Paul's me hubby, Ruthy's my name. We were married in England, Paul and I. Felderhaus is my surname, Paul's from East Germany. We took a train from King s cross out of town to a little hamlet called Egg-on-the-Nog.
Three whole days we honey-mooned there, hubby and me. Me mum lives down in Bridlington, dad's in a Frail Care Home there so on day four we took a train down to visit them there. Dad's got Alzheimer's and he's not all there. Mum's bright as a penny. Me spinster sister, Betty, lives in a room outside.

To be contd.

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FORESTS? FORENSIC SCIENTISTS, COME!

Mellow is not marshallow, coated in chocolate with a ...
Soft centre. Easter. You do that?
Hallo Jesus, Welcome forensic scientist
Who the hot air balloon? Who the cow with spoon?
Stratosphere, drummer's drum. Got your gun?
Metaphor, caricature or pun?
You chose.

Mustard seed? the smallest seed on earth?
So sayeth the good book . . . but
The testube, the mike, the slide say
Oh No, no no. More seeds have come since
The bible cookery book days
Defunct!

Solemn. A forest's dull. Pine, conifer
Oh give me a ...jolly good break.
Woods? Black, iron, fern, holly?
Shadow, metallurgist, mists and superstar.
Forest? That's real big wood.

A Forest, lame dull all needles in a common pine
The forensic scientist, good for what?
His blow torch chasing little tadpoles
Looking for eggs, round and round?
Not so. Looks for lump in a bit of gel instead.

Forests immemorial, woods here to stay?
Ha! Iron Joseph, ye olde fool, not cool
Forensic? Sci-fi real? Go back to school!

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POSEIDON . . . . . SPARKLING ANGELS (Anonymous)

You pierced my heart
Spatacus lay alongside me on my bed
Spread, asleep, dreaming of
Angels and fettered things
What more war what more blood lust

Poseidon, his beard his forked
trident spear . . . Lay down
His anchor, disembarked
Come sit, come talk with me
I have seen angels and terribly beautiful things

To Spartacus, while he slept
A poisoned arrow I did fashion
From steel a shaft made I,
and a square of iron, I whittled
as if it where hard wood.
I whittled the iron into a point.


Poseidon at my door -
Poseidon I gave nought to eat, save. . . .
Water, water from my well so deep.
In an amphora, this my offering alone
Water, water from my own deep well.
He drank with a thirst,
two amphoras full, I was obliged to fill.

In the morning when I looked for Spartacus
He had gone and alongside
My arrow head, its shaft, steel, iron.
"Handmaidens, handmaidens" I called out
"Where is Spartacus, the man who lay in my bed, last night?"
"He set sail at first light and left behind his boots," they said
My arrow gone? He a ship? No boots on?
I mused but did not say. . .

Poseidon having drunk his fill
Bid me goodbye and walked into the forest
From whence he came.
He had given Spartacus his ship.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare Sonnet CXXX

untitled (anonymous)

Oceans far not wide
who hides?
seaweeds, dolphins.

Crystals of quartz
diamonds, malachite

What cuts like a sword?
A mortar? A pestal?
Oh no!

Sharp, like a tool
goes
by what name?


Money and dollars,
good for a while

When the sun
comes up
what leaves?

If a flute, a piano plays
add drums
the flute?
What drowns?

Somnolence,
narcolepsy
whats more sound?

Dance, play
who works?
what neighs!


what name?
comes to mind?
Horse?
or hound?

A letter, that's post
a penny?
that's round.

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ST JOSEPH S LILY AND THE LAUREL, BRIGHT (Anonymous)

Seasons come, seasons go,
The lily, St Josephs lily
lives in the memory of
Heath, laurel and liverwort and the berries
Berries, berries fresh sold by the bushel.
Oh laurel, who be more shamed, sad, withered
Wild, froth, surge, a horse, a lily
Berries on a black vine!
Wreath of laurel, bright white . . . .
St Joseph's lily, mulberry wine.
Blackberries, rasperbies, laurels and heaths
It is the cherry, the cherry and its fullsome flavour
Who reigns!

A vase, an amphora, a vessel, no cradles
Hold the St Joseph's lilies upright
And yet, yes, and yet, blooms on tall stalks,
They bend, bow, heads so large . . . .
Droop, hang down.
This beauty? Who wears a more glorious crown?
Yet so bowed, who can see?

The laurel. The laurel heath. . . .
Prestigious, recognition of excellence.
A wreath, and emblem o'er man's head
You have judged, marked Prestige, Excellence
Let Applaud and Magnificence be your
Deserved name

The laurel, the wreath, St Joseph's . . . .
Lily. . . . Bowed down, hides its heart
Does not display its crown
Come end of time . . .
The laurel, the lily of Joseph
Let neither be said inferior, neither the lesser of two.

And yet. . . And yet, what blooms then fades, disappears
In a vase? in a day? two? three? four? not more
The lily, the St Joseph's lily.

The wreath,the berry, berries-ripening quickly
On bushes, trees, vines, above ground
What rapid? not lasting long?
A week? two? not more than three
The berry, the berries, on bushes, trees, vines
Aha! the laurel - he king and queen
Gracing the heads of the prestigious,
Those prone to excellence,
Since years so far back, more back, back more
The laurel, the laurel tree . .
Its branches, twigs fashioned into most noble
Laurel wreath. The laurel in symbol and
Places divine . . .The laurel outlives
St Joseph, St Joseph's lily. . . till the end of time.