Wednesday, 6 March 2013

The Summer Blythe with Friends

The Summer Blythe with Friends

Now the flood is on the stones
Of the river trickling in ripples
Over the crystal mass of summer.
Of the green smell, Emerald fields where
I choke on the dust of the rape, 
but revel in the beauty of its shape
and colour of its field, its countryside shield
from the men who bring smoke and cats, 
the big digging rats that molest, 
the oil seed, destroying its cape.

Im lucky in its beauty, where I live
By the reser and the many eyed pheasant
In plumage as the fields of flowers
In a sunny hour, of a sunny day.
I play, I love, I eat, I drink, I live
All I give is some joy, watching the farmers
Give and take, waters from the lakes,
Nutrients with their rakes,
To give us bread corn and cake.
The cool water and the frolicks,
Laughter in the sounds, occupying
The warm marmalade skies.

Rape at the Fair

Rape at the Fair

My rocking chair on the curved outside of your body, 
your legs crack, stroke and caress your bony broke face
When I touch the skin on your back it peels red and black
Like the insides of your lungs and your penny black slacks.

Why are you there with him right now, you could be elsewhere
Still at the fair, still waiting for the ride of your life with
The travelling boys who prey on the young toys who come
into their midst, but fall into the misty white touch of a rapist.

Watching


Watching

And then I took a while
Yes I took a certain quite
Romantic stance, looked at
The time and thought why not
Take you to the moon,
We can look at the bright
Shining lights, watch all
The dark glowing fights
In the sky, carefully all around
In the night and on the ground.

We can cross the stark naked
Truth of it all, we might see it
All if looking hard at the kind
Of stuff that frightens us
And all the fluff, marmalade puss
Enough to make you gag then
Wake up and hear yourself drag my flapping
Tongues into the dawn.

Shooting

Shooting

See the clouds are shining
the blinding silver linings
Face the wall
Hear the seagull’s cry
Listen out for the captains call.

Hear the shot ring out…
Gone before the echo’s bounce.
Face the floor
Saw the grass come near
Cant see cant hear no more.

What are You


What are You?

Watching the streets go by
With my seventh eye,
Watching the wheels go round.

I talk to a nonsense guy
Whose hair is high,
Explaining the things he's found.

Striking a chord in time,
The fourth in rhyme,
He tells me that he feels down.

He shouts to the world out loud
'Not one of the crowd!',
Don’t belong to this old town.

'I can't hang about these streets…'
He cries and bleats,
Dancing just like a clown.

I watch him spinning aloud
With the crunching sound,
of bones as he's run down.

What are you, what are you supposed to do,
What were you, what was the thing that went through you.
I couldn’t do, the thing that I just saw him do.
What could you do, what was I supposed to do.

Snowstorms in the Morning

Snowstorms in the Morning

A blizzard said the Wizard
With the magical board.
But no, just a patter, a splatter
Danced forth.

The door would not open
Said the lady she’s sure.
The drift did not come,
What a terrible bore.

Now when the morning came,
Whitened not dark.
‘Will it be any different?’,
the neighbours will bark.

Oh look at the mirror
All covered in snow.
The wonderful colours
Of visions you know.

Now I cannot remember
Anything more,
Except for the number
And that was just four.

The smoke that was rising
Within my gaze
‘Don’t worry.’, said Jimmy
that was just haze!

Sleep Please

Sleep please.

Escape my boy escape.
Elope my girl elope.
Dissent my boy descent.
Relent of course recant.
Close your eyes then float
To ‘relax’ world, 
And spend all those ‘tired’ dollars 
On zed beds and sleeping boats.
Visit the stores in dream town,
Supermarket dash for REM gowns.
Count the sheep on slumber farm,
Counting on, whilst keeping calm.

Past and Future


Past and Future
Did you ever write a love song
That you couldn't quite forget
Did you ever read the words of
A letter you had kept
if the morning comes
And its still in your head

Close your eyes
Let the magic show begin
You realise
That the words are colouring
Just relax, open up
Let the memories fall in
For your dreams of the past
Shape your future

Don't look back
Because your dreams will point the way
Push and process
File the good and bad away
Rest your head now
Only you are here to stay
For your dreams of the past
Shape your future
.

No Picnic

No Picnic

We want to avoid the mistakes 
that we made the last time
and go on to the other side of the tree
to see just what we could find
think of the things that we could remember.
A side of the family that we could see
A time of our lives when we ate cucumber.
Cucumber sandwiches tea, toast and sunshine
the smell of mown grass 
shard light rays through branches
and the family well oiled in the fields. 
My orangy, yelllow colour, green salad
and the tan lines, the cakes on the plates assam, 
the sun and the moon just in our time
the falling of light colour skirts on the grass
I could be ever so further from happiness that visits so fast.
never had the money or breeding never had the visions of class...

That First Night

When I wound up in the cold that night
I thought my life had really lost some light
But then through the dark came your vision
Of rightful need hope and decisions
Of what we should do next 
After the pleasantry questions had commenced
And we fell into a warm bed after wine
Music song and chat, do you remember that
Dining on the fat of the land and listened to bands
do you remember the morning that 
Followed, holiday photos, smiles and eyes
Following each other around then heading for ground
in the fallout from the night, 
Waiting for each others bells, the phone just might.

Sweet Sydney 2

Sweet Sydney

Sydney saved my kidneys
My liver and my heart cos
Ive been a drinking
And Ive come really far.
Ive sat and chilled out
But I’m getting really restless
The boredom starting flatness.
Find it very stagnant, find it
Quite repugnant, in some ways,
Some days and in some plays.
The drama’s pretty tedious
Too hot to comfortably handle.
I need to see more country
And I'll know Ive really landed.