History of the heart

 I was thinking about the heart and how the blood flows around the chambers

and how this could be performed by dressing four people up in blues and reds

And having others as the Vena Cava

I'm the Aorta

No I'm the Aorta, you're the pulmonary artery

If you're the pulmonary artery

Then I'm the left ventricle

You're are the left ventricle my arse

You're the Right atrium

And they have arguments and confusion until they

Finally agree and come together to form the heart and then

They start pulsating and moving

And other actors come through the system and are squeezed and

Pushed through the one way system of the heart

And next it could be like in a city

And the M25 junction

Or the spaghetti junction

And there could be speeding blood vessels

Taken over by police blood vessels

And engineers trying to reinforce the Dartford tunnel

Or the Aorta - and the heart could be

The heart of London?

And the bridges could be the valves

Then we could talk about the history of the heart like chambers

And the chambers of the House of commons

Or some bed chambers or something

Woodland Elves

 Their faces grim

Without a whim

Of any form of Welcome

The group was set against itself

And all outside invasion

A clique set, an in-crowd

They knew themselves

They would die proud

And glory be for glorified be

Their one aim of their devotion

A strong team set to hold the bridge

They fought like rabid hamsters

Against the other side or set 

To rid the West Shepton monsters

They woodland elves bettered themselves

And like termites they invaded

And ate up all the goodly jobs

Just like our friendly neighbours

But why hate your enemies

Why not love them instead

Just because they invade the territory

You yourself have set?

No, wars have been started over lesser things than these

I guess it was up to us to defend

The bridge and fight for Jane and Steve

Art bank robbery

 It's late in the evening and someone decides to dance

And then their seat is taken by someone who takes a chance

But he not only takes a chance, he steals a place and setting

Can you get what I'm getting at, is the chair just a symbol of you

It's an art bank robbery

It's late in the evening and the poets colour is draining

The tea and cake have worked a treat but in his heart it's raining

Then in from the cold come the foreign spies, except they're English lads

Out on a night,

They should be in the working men's club

Their colours are white their values are blue

But they've come into the art bank to rob it of its hue

They heckle at the singers, they cast their gazes around

As if we are all their enemies as if they expect the sound

Of tiny hearts a beating afraid of their cultural appropriation

But if they steal our music we give them it, 

It's an art bank robbery

Mr No Won El Se

 I met Mr No One Else 

Every time I don't need him he turns up

He is like my shadow, my mirror

Or my Patron Saint

Saint No One Else is Here!

Hoorah!

I call for my Father,

But he is on a Holy Day

He's taking a holiday from being holy

I always knew it was going to be

That way

Makes me want to mosey on out of here

Get myself out of harm's way

Because if No One Else is gonna harm me

Well I might try and do it myself

I suppose I need an escape clause

I need to get off the shelf

And into life itself

Shallow's shadows

 Hallowed ground

Oh shallow ground

Where the graves aren't deep

And the people lying in them

hardly can they sleep

Oh bury me not in hallowed ground

But bury me in the sea's neap

I have always been a ship swaying

In the harbour's tide

Rising up with every emotion

Going down as if I've died

But all it is is the ocean

And the moon who is my bride

And I've tried to love her

Deeply, deeply

But found each day

I'm shallow drowned

So bury me not in hallowed ground

But out in the sea of the shapeless sound

Leapfrog

 I walked my way to this cliff

I knew I'd be our last kiss

I leap I fall I leave it all

But find that I can fly

I soar, I spiral, I dive

I come up again, alive

Amazing feeling of being free

But I had to jump in order to be

Me

Swallows who amaze on time

 Oh but those people I've left behind

Or did they leave me

Or did time just fly

Oh in the wind we lie

Like swallows on the wing

Asleep for most of our lives

Until we realise we can sing