Change cannot be too far behind.
  
 She came into the farm
 where I often work
 and asked for ten big bags of Alpaca poo.
  
 Of course, I said, Thats no problem,
 I bet you are a museli munching
 left wing liberal, save the planet type
 digging Post-Modernism The Eels and watch
 lots of cultish French films.
  
 She said, Yeah how d'ya guess?
 I just smiled and said, because
 I dream of Rothko painting on
 my tombstone with those runny bits
 soaking into my old rotting body
 applauded by a parade of Goths and Wierdos
 who never actually sleep.
  
 What gave me that clue?
 Her T shirt said (front) Love Trees
 and (back) Save Polar Bears.
 I told her I did these things
 but my love remains unrequieted.
  
 She said, Listen to me
 the first words I ever spoke were
 Om Mani Padme Hum.
 I was deeply impressed.
  
 At nursery school I organised a war resistance group
 and demanded we stop reading 
 Janet and John books
 and got to learn about cave men,
 Celts, Jutes and Saxons
 things that were real.
  
 Then she brightly blushed,
 Tell me of you she said.
  
 Well when I was thirteen
 I wanted to be a lumberjack
 wear pink lipstick and high heels and
 had Lisa Minelli pictures
 pinned to the bottom of my school desk lid.
  
 Needless to say I was a late developer
 but felt like some sort of god.
  
 She gave me a strange look
 Like I'd better give this guy advice
 before total mental breakdown occurs
 and let him know there are other ways of living.
 Read Frank O'Hara and John Ashberry she said.
  
 I told her I had, 
 also Ginsberg, Blake, Shelley and Haiku.
  
 It was then she began chanting 'The Heart Sutra'
                  in Japenese
 and this totally turned me on, followed by
 The Red Flag and Power to the People..
  
 Do you know, she said,
 I'm in the Professional Mantra Chanter's
 Darts League Team. We get all sorts there
 Bin men, Brain surgeons, Prostiutes..all sorts.
 We always hit one hundred and eighty
 when the spirit moves us.
  
 Would you like to join us, she said,
 coz I can see you might be a Marxist
 and you look like someone who might like incense.
 Also I think I could love you.
  
 I started to get weepy
 like being at school
 being the last one to be picked
 for the class football team.
  
 Then I said I could love you too
 but most of my spare time
 is spent at the Organic Tea Drinkers
               Appreciation Society.
  
 She said..What's a lovely man like youi
 doing living in a place like this?
 It gives me strength, I said
 and a sense of wonder.
 Change cannot be too far behind.