Tell me the names of love

What do you call it

Oh thingy you know

The the one with the black and yellow ribbon

Its driven in gold

Its a golden calf or Trojan horse

Or a microlite, a virus

Or is it a magical force

Its that thing on the tip of your tongue

The blood that drips from your ceiling when you are on your own

Reminding you of the skeleton you

Left buried in your closet

Or the corpse that keeps on giving everyone

Its own embodiment

Its that case of champagne you import

Thats cost you more in duty 

Than the Queen's winning horse

That she bet on Mr Nobody

On love's end

On Jezebel

On shower at the exit

Don't forget to Ring the bell

Its that word you must recall

I cannot say resell

Of course its a puffball

Like at level of a cell

I mean every body is at it

They're shouting down the street

Come on just stand up pout abit

The cockrel crows

And we all must meet

Some of them are cowards

And walk towards the heat

But then they run away again

When they smell the burning of their meat

They say is it hot in hear or is it hell?

Is it Her I'm inching beneath

In my slithering swell?

Is it Her or She whose heel is on my back

Is it she who rocked my cradle

And then put me on this wrack?

Is it four feet under

Or eleven fathoms deep

And can you still see Eden

Through a hole in your seat?

What of all these names for something none of us need

Or bleed

Yet if like some puritanical preacher

I suppose I am your teacher

And tell you it does not exist

Only flavours of a drifting sky only

THe dye cast in the eye

That makes them swell and run

I should say they know 

No better that blind spots on the sun

What when the light is behind me

My shadow's cast is long

Then all who care to mind me

Wile be treading upon someone

I am my shadow

He is me

And all these naughts and crosses

Merely games by which he sees

The one

As perchance the inventor is playing

Some games

With all of these

Names 

of love in a song

Songs of endearment, sweet heart

The whole world is fighting

Fighting fighting

The whole world fights

Give me all this love

The right the wrong

All the above

Fill not my world with hate

The world screws down on me

I leave through a side gate

I know I'm no Charles atlas

And John the Baptist 

Can carry my weight

They want my head on a silver platter

What's the matter with this world?

It got sold they say

But not everything that glitters is gold

Today like tomorrow 

Will be the same old sorrow

But I need the strength to swallow

And keep moving on