'theres a riot going on: quick throw away

your ciggies, & leave your house, in the wrong place;

breathe & drink water &-if necessary-the milk,

lie on a sunny riverbank. though you

may seem useless ignoring the rubbish

floating by youre working away; at your next big thought

& the approach youll use with a boy,

without headphones: ghosts, jesus said

will be with us always technology

doesnt change-that, if you could retract that look-'

you stand still on flinders lane

remembering a man from somewhere, who burnt himself,

to make it familiar; its the opposite,

tack but you dont know his pressures,

borders hes slipped through, of reality of personality,

anything he does is shocking-

he holds his heart like its a handle,

he doesnt-make, anything, still theres

a trace of his sweat in your

food clothes, run, you were born

where they didnt need a black market.

youre a student-of your own weakness

history & you act, as if well, contents irrelevant, newness-

your only criteria but incompatible with so

much you want to save eh; each little influence

& wisdom, only solves biggies, so many smallies,

in the realm of problems, each time you

must decide what different, thing you-

are going to do with the dead soldiers,

though you want to resist, without fighting

(his head on the steeringwheel like its a pillow)

look to your friends &-unfortunately their

cultures much the same as your own

so you stop, climb a hawthorn

& (neglecting to look at the braches-leaves view)

pick berries for the dying….

that wont save them & wont save you

dont kill a priest because a book said

to yet where does instruction come from these days:

'in history everyones brought back to life again';

so history expands in your mind releasing some of

the guilt you stir with your knife & life;

maybe becoming what you fear is an answer-

i mean if you fear your parents-

their mistakes are of a different-kind too:

though liable as anyone to be checked. by the

words of a guru its harder if people disappear

they come back dead of course or dont,

the less they leave the more motivation.

for example they go down to the river,

to escape their husbands-bark, bark, he kills his dog;

you take the child & make a new life

it seems impossible to do what you did before

except-error, error-& you realise that

yous not you: 'but someone else altogether.'