Hog weed a cautionary tale

Hogweed, snogweed
Everybody bog bleed
This way that way
Everybody making hay
But don't strim it
Don't you even try to skim it
All I have to say is that
Brush cutters make Hog weed go splat!

All I have to say is that
Brush cutters make Hog weed go splat!

This weed, that weed, everywhere a Hog weed
snort out truffle, get your feathers in a ruffle
Pig nut, pig root, Pig iron, pig boot
All I have to say is that
Brush cutters make Hog weed go splat!

Ham plant, bacon rind, 

Squealing herb, make you go blind

Trotter hoof, so aloof

Big leaf, Pig belief

All I have to say is that
Brush cutters make Hog weed go splat!

Pigs might fly, so you say
If they do stay away
They touch your skin, it's a sin
White death burning thing
All I have to say is that
Brush cutters make Hog weed go splat!

Curly tails, mind the snail,
Avoid the elder, like the plague
Witches broom, witches tree
Pig on a broom don't be silly
All I have to say is that
Brush cutters make Hog weed go splat!

White spot, Sun spot,
Blisters burst, and hurt a lot
Itchy arm, itchy neck
Catch that hog, make an arrest
Call the pigs, on second thoughts
Do the test - does it snort?
If it does stay away,
Or send him to market down the motorway
All I have to say is that
Brush cutters make Hog weed go splat!

Shades of Grey

The cigarette swans, the ashes fall down
Like white confetti after the cigarette wedding
Of Cinderella and Ashley
And the Chimney Sweep brides maid
The best man swept her up the aisle into
A heap at the end of the knave
And what a navel she had
Would make a blind man join the navy
To see the ships insight

On the hill where the Ashes sway
Where the snowy coloured buzzards sit
And the egrets in the thick oaks shit
And Squabble over every measly fish

In the pines by the drove where the crows
Chatter in their parliamentary murderous way
Plotting treason with gun powder as black as their feathers

And all the shades of the sky as she melts the yoke of sun
Into the mixing bowl of creamy blue robin egg cake mix
Baking in the horizon's oven
Tomorrow the new day will rise

Over the meadow

The sun cuts low
Over the Meadow
The sheep they go
Over the meadow
Over the meadow
This evening

Over the meadow
The cows low
They cast their long shadow
Over the meadow
This evening

There goes the black crow
Over the meadow
Over the meadow
There leap the deer
Cotton tails bobbing
Over the meadow
This evening

Salmon Souls

My soul is tickled pink
Like the salmon clouds that swim towards the sunset
Chasing the dying of the light
Chasing upstream to where they know they will die
Dissipate their rain seed
Into vapours of steam
Lay their atmospheric eggs down
In the settling dew
Lay them on the flower or the weed
Both glisten beautiful
In the morning as if new
And then mother Sun lifts them up again in her warming rays
Puts them in the misty plays
And there they stay until father fire summons them
To greater heights
Where afraid of the chaotic wind swirls
They band together and travel the world
Out into the ocean of sky where they breed
With other clouds
To live lives in thunder or lightening
in the Caribbean
Or less loud and frightening
Over the English Seas

kissing gate

There is a kiss on the door step
That says come back and see me honey
There is a kiss near the forceps
That says give your braces some money

There is even a kiss in the shower
One in which two tug boats touch
They have been pulling the wreck of love
Too long up the river, that flows too much

There is a kiss that says good bye
That says see you now I must fly
There is a coward's kiss
And I have given it too many times

There is a kiss that is kissed by a lover
When you wish the planets would kiss one another
So that heaven would align
And star-crossed under cover
The perfect would come true of father and mother

The land is in sight

The time will come when all
This sand
Will seem like shit
In my hand
But for now
I wipe my brow
Continue to sit
Continue to stand
And pass through the day
Like a ghost without sound
Like a ship without sail
Trying not to run aground

And the storms may blow
And the seas may sink
Before the tow
I pull and think
Upon my oars
that reach for the brink
Where the water runs over the gunwhale

I have seen many like me before
They cry caterwauling from the stocks
The captain has whipped them
Then they're sent below
To be out of sight of St Peter's Rock
But I know
There is land ahoy
Although I see it not
From my crows nest
I see clouds gather
There one day I may rest

Woman in the Window

There’s a woman in her window and she’s watering her plants

Just as the sunlight marks the day’s start

And she tends to the seedlings and watches them grow

Which she put in three weeks ago

And there are men with suitcases wheeling them down the street,

for their families are leaving their hotel in retreat

And elderly women towing their trollies behind

Back from the morning shop at the grocers

Red Letter Days

Let the dust settle down

Let the air rush in

The fury and the sound

To bear anything

I have ten thousand pounds

And it rests on a king

If I pull out an ace

I’ll ruin everything

It’s a hard, hard place

When you’ve everything to win

And you’re in the wrong place

To even begin

You’re on a rock out in space

Circling the moon

And you fall from grace

Though you’re born with a silver spoon

It’s a hundred lives

All traced back to one

Just the circus of the humans

All under the sun

It’s a red letter day

And a star crossed bun

That you bake in the oven

And you give to someone

The tree lines are endless

And the birds circle round

The bridges and the pigeons rattle with sound

The banks of the river back up in green

And you think you should shoot them

There are ten thousand actors
and hundreds of scenes

And ten thousand lives
All condensed into one
The red letter lives lived under the sun

They bring you the chapters

To their latest books

You read them, close them

Give them a second look

There are ten thousand pages

And ten measly words

That mean anything to you

Beyond swollen dead birds

She used to eat roses

She used to eat roses

For the feel of love

To imbibe in her body

The rich sensual stuff

To embalm by her tongue

The death roll of arms

The dying of the light

In the passionate night’s charms

She used to eat roses I’m told

Those figures in poses

All wrapped up in gold

Glowing in the prescience of a dream

But her roses were not what they seemed

Now that she’s grown and tasted love

And lost love in the passing wind

She grows roses in her garden

Tends them with her green fingers

Bruised down to the bone

The constant feeling of earth and weed

We must remove what we don’t need

After brutality the rose may grow

Unimpeded, only after the brutal blow

She used to eat roses I know

Now she sits in her garden,

Where row after row

She watches the breeze blow

through her roses

The house of the Wolf

All the houses are dug like wolverines

The opening lines of smug underlings

Fall by the wayside of a certain despair

They know no happy endings

They forgo repair

I salute the happy cats

The bold bright eyes

The pigs even fly

Above their sties

And such are the cornered hues

When heaven lets go her deluge

Upon the unsuspecting folk

Dragged out and beaten put in yoke

I looked for humility in the hands of those I knew

Looked for a caring touch, but they were few

The salad days are over too

And looking back now I’m older

It seems colder there though almost new

The lucky ones with tickets to this life

Get to ride the train without much strife

Those of us without the fare

must dodge the inspector

When he comes to claim his ware

We must slip between the tracks, jump the carriages

Hold on tight to cracks, as the train rumbles past

Like thunder we shall ride the lightning last

Some of us must choose marriage

For that is the building block of society

By that token you earn your keep

In the land of peaceful sleep

And yet if you choose to rebel

What is there left which you can sell?

Nobody wants what you can give

A humorous life is what you live

Then is it better to live in drama

Of the fading corpse?

You know the deal, you’ve seen the scene

In the movie of course

It will be a re-run, of such pride eroding toil

That would break the back of camels

Sent out to walk on sandy soil

It would be a desert dry

And yet I think that I could try

For there is something left in the sky or land

That speaks of rain

And then a little rain could come

And freshen up the hopes of one

Whose confidence had been hard done

Under such a blazing sun

Silver Bullets

Your silver bullets have not killed me yet
Meet me in the morning
In the land of no regret
Shoot me dead at midnight
When I am the beast and yet
The werewolf in the wardrobe is not dressed to kill
But easy to forget

Sometimes I like to dress up. Halloween spook
Or crazy vet
Your silver bullets hit me
In the centre of the chest
Luckily my heart had moved
To my mouth or maybe my feet
You left me there in a pool of blood
As the moonlight swam in your eyes
And all those silver fish of lies
Came out about the carpet

You left me there in the moonlight
Your silver bullets in my chest
A stake through my heart
A crucifix to digest
But I woke up to smell the coffee
Your silver bullets haven't killed me yet

People of the setting sun

People of the setting sun
Look upon what you have done
The beauty fades in your eyes
Look once into their dying skies

People of the setting sun
I have come to walk among
The fire branded soulful ones
Out in the street as night comes

See their flags sail high
In the western breeze
Hear their trumpets sound retreat
To the Mountains and the trees

Know the customs of the Hun
People of the setting sun
East meets West invested in
The bloody tide of Hungry skin

Far beneath where shadows shun
All the curtain calls begun
The cast walk out on to the stage
The setting scene for another age

Open up the cuts which run
Deep red blood of dying sun
Flowing from the mother
Down to her son
In the streets, the budding streets
People of the setting Sun