women on scooters

Women on scooters
Not using computers
Hair flying in fluters
With their pursuitors
They look at us cute as
Can be
Women on scooters
With their suitors
Running car booters
Behind their rebooters
Carrying their pewter
Potteries
Women on Scooters
following looters
Raiding the shops wearing track suits as if
They are feminine or are they neuters?
Gender Equality of
Women on scooters

Men on scooters are not for me
I'm not a fan of their rights to be free
They look like big kids who need to grow up
They wear dark shades and say what sup
When they get to work at their desk jobs
They lift up the phone and say:
Have a nice day and other financial stuff

Lend me some of your time

Lend me some of your time
Let me borrow it
Spring's swallows flit
The Question is asked
But no answer is fit
To follow it
Only let me borrow it
And I'll give it back with interest

Lend me some of your time
And I will give it back to you
The clock tower chimes
Lend me some of your time

Time is all we  have to give
A time to die a time to live
If you lend him yours
He'll lend you his
Time is all we have to give

Lend me, send me some of your time
I promise I'll return it
When the stars align

Lend me some of your sweet time
And I'll lend you some of mine

Between finger and thumb

They take away your arrows
Your running heart
They hand you a gun
And say kill with this
It is easier, better
They take away your life
Your living
Your prey your kill
They package it on supermarket shelves
Ready for the till
You hand over your cash
You earnt tapping numbers into a key board
That go around the world
And back to your thumb
They travel that inch of distance
Between finger and thumb
That would be ten thousand miles of walking
Of exploring for someone
They take away your life
They hand you the gun
And you hold it
You don't weigh it
Because it is too heavy
With the weight of worlds
Undone
You pull the trigger
It is that easy
The distance between the finger
And the thumb

And the bullet travels
Around the world in a blink of an eye
And it hits you smack
In the back of your head
And then you die
They take away your life
When they hand you the gun
When they hand you
your degree
When they tell you you are free
To be someone
They take away that inch of life that was yours
Like a bug
Squashed between
Finger and thumb

Modern Living

They took away your life

When they built the bicycle

You no longer rode a horse

They took away the animal, and they gave you a car

And said now you must work like a horse

To afford your car

Because your car will save you time

And give you a life

They took away your job lifting boxes in the factory

And put a robot there in your place

Then they told you get educated, work from home

You’ll have more life, more leisure time

When you work on a computer

Controlling the robots that now do your job

Telling the computer what to do

You’ll be better paid

So you can afford a better life

You go to a gym called ‘Life’

You buy life-time membership

You buy a lifestyle

You buy your life back

So that you can exercise it on machines

That look like horses

Which is what you would have had for free if

In the first place they hadn’t taken away

Your horse

Poetry to Take Away

He took to his heels
He took it to heart
The way that he feels
The way that it starts
Just take to the airways
Take to the stars
Take over the byways
Take over the cars

Take off your garments
Rip off your clothes
Take off somebody
In somebody's pose
Take to drinking
Take it apart
For the sake of thinking
For the sake of Art
Take all he's giving
Take what is yours,
Go make a living
Go take the doors
The wheel is broken
So is the horse
Take the horse to water
Take the bull by the horns
Take me away in a hand cart
And take my pay but don't take my part

Take it from me, you're better off out
Take it from her, she knows all about
Take it with milk, with sugar, with stout
Take it before a meal, take it quick without doubt
Take it easy, or you can take it hard
Take it cheesy, take it from me, here take my card

Take it as it comes, take your tum tums
Take him to task
Take off the mask
Take the iron from rock
Take the wine from the cask
Take to the wing
Or take to the fields
Take everything
Don't take what's fake
Take what's real
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take the wheel
Its a cinch, its an assault
On the senses of what one feels
Take it on the chin
Take to your pins
Take me away from all these visions of sin
Take a snap, take shape
Its a rap, its a take
Take the tape and play it on
Take that, take two
Take five,
And then you're gone

Alienated Autopsy

I've had an alienated autopsy
They've taken a look inside my body and soul
The've put a camera up in endoscopy
Looked inside the blackest hole
They are a swapping my knees for a mummy
Tutankhamun's lost all control

I'm having an alienated autopsy
Everyone knows my business but I don't know their's
They spread it around the world
In glass cabinets
Marched me to top of liberty's stairs
They make a speech about my bones and flesh
They go out, leave me alone
I've had an alienated autopsy
And that's why tonight I'm staying home

In the midst of life we are in death
In the middle of this sentence, draw a breath
Every nerve of my body, says I love somebody
But its better if you don't know the rest
Oh I'm having an alienated autopsy
Diddly dum,
And its high time that I went home
Diddly doom
If you cut me one more time
Yes it would be a crime
I think you better put me back inside
My tomb

Now that ship has sailed

Well I thought that you had gone to sea
In boat as clear as glass
You unfurled ropes with the windlass
To escape you never failed
And I thought that we might have one more chance
But now that ship has sailed

Well in kind I caught the capston
In kind I held the mast
And in my mind the latches I made fast
But the storm it still hailed
And as I stared out I took one last glance
But now that ship has sailed

Its not enough of oceans
Its not enough to laugh
The pain of my emotions is half
Of when my crucifix is nailed
And I thought that I'd have one last stance
But now that ship has sailed

Fire on the river

There's a fire on the river tonight
And its burning like a quiet candle light
And its taking all our sins
All our worries and fears, its purging
There's a fire on the river tonight

And the river runs through the land tonight
Its like the blood in the hand of the right
And it will flow through the fat
Through the body and the flesh
There's a fire on the river tonight

And all these dancing flames
Are like tricks of light on the brain
Now you see the sleight of hand
Make the fire disappear
But the river will send another wave
And then the vision is washed clear
There's a fire on the river tonight

Only free in dreams

The bags blow down by the river
And the ducks paddle through the stream
Mud cakes up on trees, and I am only free
Oh we are only free in our dreams

The cheering crowds shout for the footballer
To score his hat trick in the half hour
Oh but if he were true he'd be a golfer
Pushing caddy trollies over flowers
Yes we are, we are, we are only free in our dreams

Everytime I sung to you I knew
The great moose in the sky was looking down
Every beaver in Canada had on his brow
A certain frown
Now they're blocking up the streams
With their logs and trees
And we are only free
In our dreams

I shot a bullet hole through the wall
And the air whistled in cold and clear
I always knew someday I'd fall
But I never knew that day'd be so near
Yes we are, we are, we are only free in our dreams

Come lay beside me honey take your rest
Your feet are so weary and so cold
You've been walking far beyond, beyond your best
And now you need a love that's bold
The animals are howling in the wild
It quiet in the wood, it is so old
And I am going there to follow the stream
Where I am only free in my dream

Carparks in Angel land

They're putting up carparks in Angel Land
Where angels once walked
Now men are greasing their hands
With the dirty money
And the golden bands
That they pass around now in Angel Land

They are rolling their dozers down the main roads
They are swinging their cranes and carrying their loads
Where angels once walked softly, they now look on in dread
For Angel Land is a place they now fear to tread

They're raising their structures, erecting their towers
Blocks of offices for foreign powers
They are building and bumping and turning their heads
In Angel Land where angels now fear to tread

Gone is the gentleness of thought or action
They are using their heads in cold calculation
Compacting the soil, with blood, sweat and tears
Ignoring their consciences or the angels' fears

They're putting up carparks in Angel land
And paving the paradise God's made with his hands
They're doing it today, it'll be gone by tomorrow
When the only angels in the land will be walking in sorrow

An Englishman leaves Hungary

Me arriving at Erste Bank Nepfürdő reception: Jo Napot Kivanak, Hogy Vagy?
Female Security Guards: Jol Kössönöm, és te hogy vagy?
Me: Jól, (looking around the foyer): "Alot of people! Sok Emberek!"
Security guards look unsure
Me: "There are a lot of people here"
"Sok emberek", I repeat
There are a lot of people here
Female security guard: "Then go home"
"Englishman leave Hungary"
Me: (laugh as that seems the only way to deal with this comment) Yes, I will, soon I hope.

An Englishman leaves Hungary
Where does he leave it
Is it any better off
Than if he hadn't seen it?
Is he any better off for having been here
Well we will see, but it must be
That an Englishman leaves Hungary

An Englishman leaves Hungary
All alone in Europe
He leaves it with its fences
Its, ropes and guarded borders
He leaves it with its hope
Of Splendid isolation
He leaves it in the airport
Or from the bus station

An Englishman's home is his castle
He has rode far and long
Trying to slay a dragon? Or trying to write a song?
They don't need no dragon slayer,
They've got their own carry on
Leave it to the barbarians
To invite the dragons along
They've invited the bear,
They've invited the wolf
They really wouldn't care
If together they fell into the gulf
An Englishman has no place here
In a country so racist and wild
No place left for the native
No refuge for the lost child

An Englishman leaves Hungary
Going out with a bang?
No going out as he came in
Like a condemned man refusing to hang

Handle me with care

And the heart shaped package

That you left for me amongst the wreckage

With a note that read

Handle me with care

And the freight train brought its cargo

The box with the red glow

Or carried above on the wings of a dove

And don't treat me with kid gloves

Give me some of that old time love

But handle me, handle me with care

And the package was left in lost and found

The heart shaped box left on the ground

With a note that read 

Handle me with care

Fourth time around

I turned right, they turned left
All through the night
I felt bereft
But I hit gold, fourth time around

I cannot hold the things you stole
Inside my heart there is a hole
But I hit gold fourth time around

There are no keys but those we've lost
There are no bridges but those we've crossed
But I hit gold, fourth time around

I shouldered blame, I soldiered on
A man with no name to give his song
But I hit gold, fourth time around

I am not weak, no I am strong
As you hear me speak
The words of my song
Just the beak and tongue in sound
And you will hear, in your ear
The noble tones of one so dear
I struck gold, fourth time around

And the river covers the railway track
As the giver takes what he gave back
Only words, that can never be unsaid
But as the train rumbles over the river bed
I know at the end will it will reach high ground
As I struck gold, fourth time around

So when you play that final song
All my days will be so long
But no longer than those numbers in the book
And if you seek than you shall find that for which you look
What once was lost it shall be found
As I hit gold, fourth time around

In the shadows in the dust
I ask the shallows for their lust
But I wade out into waters deep
And if you swim against the tide
Then you'll know of what I speak
There are consequences in heaven
four times four is not four times seven
But you will find on fourth of July
My independence shall be no lie
I struck gold, fourth time around

Tough love

Tough love

Is gonna pull you through

Tough love will tell you what to do

Well if tough love do for me

Tough love will do for you

Tough love when you’re hanging on the ledge

Tough love when you’re making your pledge

Tough love must be enough

Tough love is rough

Hard truths will pull you through

Hard truths like slate rooves
Hard truths will keep the rain off you
Hold your judgement
Like books on shelves
Hard truths will pull you through

Wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I would not run I would not walk

You would stare and stand 

As I flew down into your hand

If I had the wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I would not argue I would not talk

You'd be there and understand

As I flapped my wings flew to your hand

If I had the wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I'd fly up high and feel tall

I'd spread my wings circle above it all

Until all those big things start to feel small

If I had the wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I would not cry I would not balk

At all the things that cannot be

When I see you and you see me

If I had the wings of a hawk

The key words of Jack London

He was a militant Oyster
On a Panic patrol
He relished in sloop socialists
And slum sonnets

He was hobo industrial
Who turned his hand to vagrancy
Left to wander

Abandoned astrologer
An adventurous spirit
On an astrology attack
He was auto didact
who wrote ballads of broken fashion
On freight trains of fortune

He took everything but the kitchen

He took the hoover

The cupboard door

He took the watering can, the bucket

And the bucket list

He took the hose pipe

The drain pipe

And the chipped mantlepiece

He took the inglenook fire place

The stoker, the poker

The dust pan and brush

He took the oil lamp

The rising damp in the skirting board

The wall paper, the curtain draper

And the curtain rings and poles

He took the carpet, the plaster board,

The coat hangers and stand

The cupboard the closet and the wardrobe

He took everything but the kitchen sink

He took the sofa,

The armchair, the pouf and futon

The cushions and pillows

And the bath matt

He even took a seat, when I offered him the chair

But it was my bed that he made

And he lay in it

He took the bidet the toilet

He even took the piss

He took the hot tap, the cold tap

He even stole a kiss

He took everything but the Kitchen sink

He took the garage door

The front door

The back door and porch

He took the launch

It took him ages, it took him minutes

But it was gone in the blink of the eye

He took the china from cabinet

He even took the bull by the horns

He took this, he took that

He took the mickey and the piece of cake

He really took the biscuit

But I asked him to leave it

He took everything but the Kitchen sink

He took the lounge room, the landing

He took the picture frames from the wall

He left the pictures there hanging

Because he didn’t like them much at all

He took the dog, he took the cat

He took the cat flap and kennel

He took the back yard, the front yard

The rose bushes and rails

He took the picket fence

And he took offense

When I threw the post at him

Well he deserved just what he got

He even took the holes in the wall

He took everything but the kitchen sink

He left me that at least

Where I can sit and think

In peace now he’s gone

Letter in a bottle

By the time you get this

The hills will have boiled

The shrugging chimneys

Will have spouted forth smokes

The dignity of trees will have reminded you of forbearance

And given shape to your patience

In the fulfilment of time

As you wait out the winter

In the quarries of sadness

The sad stones are crushed

Into mountains of lime

As the rubble lakes lie

In the seas of your eyes

Where blood tears have fallen

From the railway line

These tracks are so forlorn

As iron whiskers worn

By cats

And children who play in the ruins

On the brown broken down platforms

Of the railway line

The picture of sadness of Hungary are not the trees

Or the dereliction of the buildings

These are just superficial responses

To an underlying cause,

What future hopes are there

for any of them?

What future for any of us?