i)

if we don´t dream
we go mad
quite literally
lily-man can not

take too much reality
it makes us sad..
so we pick our poison
(or it picks us)

and the next thing we know
we don´t care-all bad..
it is a nightmare-!
o..

ii

but children still see
a future!
don´t you worry..
what is reality?

they want to be
astronauts
(and what-not)
free as stars..

iii

or a poet
my father was a poet
in the oral tradition-

like the story-teller
spontaneous and funny
i was his translator

what does it mean?
i learned quickly..
to think in another

dimention..
people said, you are a
poet ..

i

the last bugle-
be mean
be cruel
(i will remain true

to the jungle..)
and fade to white..
-i will be happy
with-out you..

o lie!
(o self-deception..)
o lack a day!
(for we must pay..)

ii

i curse the day we met!?
i was just pht-
a vortex of purple
turmoil

with a severed head
looking down at me
(i thought be cool..)
said er, you have fire..?

i thought of a legend
of medusa
there was sea and
a star

that was black-
and then i was in
a bath
we laughed

in the beginning
and then i was disscussing
morality and politcs
with a cat-poe-ah yes..

i recall it well..

i

had their first lesson
free-
two little boys in bandannas
would be bon jovi..

a guy with a smart guitar
had half-rhythm-
never heard of before..

a beautiful lesbian
drove a beetle car
would rather walk her

dogs than practise..
and so forth..
i learned patience..

ii

and that is the
finest thing in the world!
(i don´t know if

it´s finer than music
but then what is?
answers on a post card..)

my mother said:
you should learn the guitar
you will be popular-!

so i went to mr s. on a
thursday night
learned guiliani and sor..

he had just retired after
forty years on the rail-road
so a patient man..

his ailing mother would bang
on the ceiling and
he would be off for a smoke

his nerves a clang..
i left on my own
confronted by carulli

examined their home
i had not seen anything
so beautiful

i thought it was all
so
so old

generations of love
and pride
it was so peaceful..

i hated to make a noise
he would return with
a smile-

and ask how is it going?
and i said ok-i thought
someday maybe

i will teach and i did
a little bit
my pupils..