Dumbmoney

 In the cinema of certain dreams

Where the 'dumbmoney' themes

Retro-actively alert and stimulate

An already heightened audience

There are the pronstar couple -one black the other white

who begin kissing every

time the protagonist mentions running

naked through lightning with his dick out

The word dick is a activating one for her

for some reason

I shift uncomfortably in my seat as they are

directly in front

Then the young men who love a toke

Began to move when the young brother spoke

And smoked upon his big bong

Then the older couple who sat at the front thought

What have we done wrong

When the music with explicit lyrics came on

About sticking her pussy out and her bum

Or big ass pussy as in the American is common

And that's about the size of it for me

What people do for a thrill on  Saturday

In a public space

It seems the cinema theatre has become a stage for all the people

For whom they see on film the You tuber

Sway and cajole and persuade

With his engaging enthrall

And being brave

Well hey, we have been inverted in our culture too

You can see the couple who have watched too much porn

The internet grave

Or those who follow the dumb ass videos of 'retard' can I say?

They do in America, they do on the internet where nobody

stops them, where they ride the wave of popular opinion and reaction

And harbour dreams of being millionaires in shares

And stock options

Sticking it to the man

Like on the planet of the Apes

But can I say, I am still abhorred

By the extent to which people can gamble away

And put a squeeze on the hedge funds

Who short the stocks on the ordinary man

Working in the ordinary company

Which it bankrupts in the end

No wonder, I can understand

But the whole culture is one of greed

I deny these Robin Hoods are any more moral

Yet he says the system is broken

He is trying to equalize the struggle

The stock market should be open

For anyone smart enough to play it

Not only the rich few

Sure perhaps it is the land of the free

And the home of the brave

And he really did study the fundamentals

Of the company gamestop before investing

But the others did not, they just followed suit

And he lead them to change

Well the same thing happens to humans all over

And sometimes it works out

Sometimes not, it's all just a gamble

I respect the risk they took

Per se Perseus

 Per se perseus flying on Pegasus 

It's not the flying I object to per se

It's the dog food they turn me into when I've landed

That's why I stay aloof in the hoof

Up on the roof tops

Those are the proof stops I need

Just professor proof and Mrs lies the cat

She's always lying down

What an untruthful cat

Funereal Farce

It's what he would have wanted

A queue of traffic 500 m long

Down a narrow ridge road

With barely enough space for cars to pass

It came to pass

That as he passed

And the funeral guests arrived

The mourners in their Toyotas and Hyundais

In their Vauxhalls and their SUVs

In their Ford's and Mazdas and Minis

That the poor man who was the star of the show

Could not get to his own cremation on time

The hearse was blocked in

The hearse reversed, it shunted forward

Inch by creeping inch

At a snail's pace

Even slower than the slowest mourners

looking for the last parking space

And what is the world coming to?

When you can't even get to your own funeral for congestion

 Honestly

But it's what he would have wanted isn't it?

For all these well wishers, with tears in their eyes

And expensive looking suits

Setting trends in funereal fashion

To drive, all individually to his cremation

On the Mendip hills

Now that's using your head!

And who said tiredness kills

And as the body lifts and bends from the pelvis

As if to make one final point "and another thing!"

In the burning holocaust of the furnace

"Stop driving to funerals!"

Then as flesh melts from bone

and bone crumbles

The skeleton falls

Apart

And what advice he would give

Would we listen now?

No longer human in form

Perhaps once the flesh was willing

But the spirit?

Echoes

 And we are just echoes of a love

All childhood

The love of our parents

Is the first love

Then I was a child

Like an egg broken

The child grows up and tries again to

Be whole

Like a child again

Girl becomes a mother

In an echo of a woman

She once knew who loved her

The boy becomes a man in an echo of his father

And in echoes we ache to be loved

We ache to be this whole

But each vibration of life

Shakes us further apart

Stretches out our frequencies

If you're lucky you

Get on somebody's wave length

And love is an echo,

An oscillation

Until the adult shell breaks 

And the ego

Drifts

And childhood is everywhere

In dementia

The echoes of childhood are strong

As the love, the need for love again

Of the parents

Intransigence

 The yellow brick road

Yellow in the sodium of street lamps

Yellow orange in the saffron

Of Indian Restaurants

Where the beige curtain twitches with 

The interested interior

Friend or foe

Interloper or explorer

Back from the pub

On a night time's throw

Shepton in the red lights of traffic lights

Glows

Stop it says admire 'no-goes'

And standing still

And stationary waves

Like the stations of the railways

That say

Just stop

Do not pass GO

Unless Go straight to prison

For that is remembrance's rainbow

It's a kind of trump card, wild card

In the deck

When you get caught out for doing

What the heck

And your life just stops

In mid flow

On the railway tracks

Where nobody goes

Except your wife and children

Who follow you there

Then wave up at the prison bars

Or drink down in the square

Where else

What else to escape from this logic

Of intransigent history

That keeps you in its pocket?

But you must reach escape velocity

Eventually

No, anti-matter doesn't fall up

So neither can you despite how black

You may feel you must

reach for the stars

And generate momentum

It is who you are

In this space time continuum

Lords of the land

The water of the moors

Is a dragon's land

It is meant for 

The grey cloaked wizard Heron

and the white cloaked wizard Egret

These are the druids who commune with

the Nature Gods

Stare into black pools

Read in the brown tea leaved peat water

The signs of things to come

They know when to fly

And when to stand still

To catch the darting fish

Curtains

 The wind blows my curtains

That day has been lost

In times so uncertain

Hopes ghost trains tossed

From yardarms

The sails in the four winds crossed

And I've hurt my loved one

Though the paint work looked glossed

I cheer to the kettle

I stand by the bowl

Where my pain is like nettles

That stings as you scold

And the throat of a songbird

Is white and it's red

But feel so caged up inside my own head

Light hits the coffee cup

And its long shadow casts

The darkness of days

In a lost hour's glass

If you drink to my future

Well I drink to your past

Somehow we've been glued up

As by sutures to last

Living with mermaids

 It's all just attachment theory

The stresses and strains

And the colours run down the drains

We've washed ourselves clean

In the new green machine

But I still cannot wash out the stain

I mean

The blood spot

of a murder scene

In which we killed our love

Got away clean?

Scot-free

Neither

lest the bonds of guilt

Struggle to hold the mermaid

As she tries to leave the sea

Sound story

 Like thunder clapping

Tap dancers tapping

Seagulls flapping

Above ocean waves

Love unwrapping

Milestones lapping

Thoughts and ghosts

Against graveyard graves

Like kettles rumbling

And Televisions grumbling

And old men humbling

Their lives away

I hear you slapping

The thighs of happening

Happy as larry

Larry who saves

All these wonderings

Pirates in swaddlings

Mothers in coddling

And lovers in lathes

Chiseling out existence

To a fine point

Like a dagger or a spear

And losing the thread

But gaining the yarn

Somewhere we guessed

It could do us no harm

Haycation - now that's a bit corny

 haycation noun [C]

/heɪˈkeɪ.ʃən/
a holiday spent on a farm, during which the guests sometimes help out with the farm work

Tunnel vision

 The dirge was heard

In an echo

Of faceless voices

Down the tunnel escaping choices

On a single track minded train

Robber barons, and braids are framed

In forget me not knots

That tie down your friends

On the rails, down the line to freedom

Some signal man says you must change tracks

And hoops are thrown, like star jacks

To catch on the back of my hand

Like maps

I know so well, yet there's something I lack

A compass stored away

A needle on my lap

To follow the flow of flowers

down wild winding tracks

I see the gods of Ash collapse

In the leaves of their prayers

Their devotees, picking through snapped branches

Like grasping knobbly fingers of old witches

The skeletons of women trees

Who's men folk have wandered too far

Skeletons soon to be but ashes

Who is that monkey sat there?

 Who is that monkey sat there?

What does he want?

Who is he with?

Why is he scratching his bum

Does he have some kind of itch?

No, Monkey, no!

No, I won't give you an inch

You'd take a mile

I can see it in your cheeky smile

And I know you would switch

Your allegiances in the end

Deceitful little monkey

I don't trust you at all

So this is England

So this is England

Walking down the High Street of a Somerset town

Shops are closing down

Or shut up already,

Walking with a dry mouth, parched

But The pub at the end

It hearkens no laugh

The bar is a dark place

The bar stools stand

Empty as a pocket

In an empty land

So this is England

I hear you say

What I had come to love

Has soon been blown away

In a wind of change

As across the motorway

The dust of dry fields

The corn storks decay

But this is Autumn, the voice of reason calls

And anyway what's the season, we

Still have the market stalls

And Artists crying treason

Writing written on the walls

Who's sold off this lovely land

The politicians or the fools?

Who voted for them in the first place?

In this government of crows

This murdering of Parliament

This place where no hope grows

And yet and yet I hear you say

This is Winter, it goes that way

Perennial seasons, people trying

To reclaim

The name of the rose

So this is England

Dig in your own garden and look after your own lot

Put up notices, beg for pardon

Give whatever you've got

Give as good as you get

And forget to pick forget-me-nots

For suckling bees at flowers

Could not count all of their stock

Store it in piles in larders

Fill up the honeypot

And save for a rainy day

For you know that happens a lot

Though we never spend

Even though today is no day to save

Gather it in at your wedding

Give it away at your grave

Yes this is England,

Hoarding your plot

And marking out the lines 

Where you go

Where you do not

And never throw a stone at a crow

Never break the glass houses

Because we've built them out of stone

And we've tied them on necklaces down blouses

Caught in the cleavage gap

Between two breasts boom and bust

Crying I must, I must, I must improve my bust

Yet leverage of whale bones, never

Moved the beached body off the beach

We saw the mermaids waving in the surf

We gave it a pauper's grave and tears of grief

This great flotilla of what was once our dreams

That came up for air once

But heard only screams

Yelling go back, go back

And warning us of the sand banks

But it was too late as The hull

Hit ground and broke the cranks

Yet this is England

We've landed

This place of our dreams

This isle of forever

Forever down flowing streams

Water, water everywhere, flowing down the sink

Water, water everywhere, and only beer we drink

Li-fi

 In life

Do not spend too long on the ordination of spiders

For they have their own legs

And they will carry them

Try not to be fooled by earwigs

For they may get in your ear and whisper many things

Memory is a wonderful thing when founded on common sense

Otherwise try to forget it

The meaning of moths can only be had in daylight

At night they can really elude you

Do not talk too fast nor too slow

For doing either will upset google translate

The best remedy for a cold is not to catch it in the first place

Kings and Queens may come and go, but the monarchy is forever!

Until it's not.

Gargling can increase your life chances by 50% if stuck under water.

Too many cooks spoil the broth, but only if you don't chop them up enough first.

The large stone platform in the world is positioned about Milton Keynes

The thing is nobody gets a chance to look up, and no one wants to look down,

They just keep on going around and around.

Come see me in my room

 On zoom sat at home

It could be Naples, Florence or Rome

I am bleeding

Ones and zeros

Come here into my room

Come here to my room

I want you to be

In real time focus

Like the Entire world seems fuzzy

At least on zoom

My head has gone

Come see me in my room

Windowless day

 Little bit of rain

Little of wind

Shaking the stems

Moving the strings

Playing the tunes on the violin

Crickets rubbing legs

Trunks entwined twisting

Whistling and creaking

And Praising like a shaker

Devout in wind bowing

Bouquet of flowers bending

Breaking the bough

The whole howling orchestra knowing

Conducting these instruments of woodwind blowing

Clarinet of lime, bassoon of bowling ash

Proud deep oboe of pine

Brass tacks failing

As the barbed wire fence is plucked out

The catastrophic beat of the Oak drums thump

As they fall in the fields

Where the rain is hurled

Like sweeping bows that dart

Back and forth as tiny fish in a pool

Call me out

Call me out
Call me out
I want you to pick up the phone
And call me out

You can shout it from the roof tops
You can tell the Pope in Rome
Even the people of Babilon
Can not escape the chrome
Call me, call me out

Everywhere you walk
Is another dripping spout
Bleeding out the truth tonight
Like blood from a stone
But they've been squeezing me too too tight
Now I want to go home
Call me out, call me on your phone
Call me out

I've been hiding in the long grass
Afraid of who I am
Jumping out at cars that pass
Crying pay me I'm a vegan

Twin town

 Well, Well the squirrel walked along the street

Only sure thing was

He would meet the crow

On his toe, on point

And the baby was crying in the cupboard with the

Stocking filler

And the pipe cleaner was working double time

In twin town where two eyes ruled the place

With iron pupils 

Who shielded all the suns and daughters of the planets

Who were coming to eat us up 

I said to squirrel why don't you throw

Yourself upon the mercy of the great Nut God

Squirrel said

I beg you for I have buried my God

I give them sacred burial in hallowed ground of oak

And crow stands in the juice of the well

Is brought up through all the sacrifice

Of cathedral people

And Cats with claws the length of a 

Long dark night

Until finally it can be seen in the bolus of the hedgehog

Dragging cats through himself backwards

Then feeding himself to a dog

Because it is a thousand times better

Than being flattened on the road of no hope

Or chastened to a marry -go-round being dragged by a rope

That says but never delivers the zen master at his track

With the Elvis jumpsuit

Doing the dynamo jack

And star jumps in concession queues

To buy his quesy groceries under speculative gazes

Of the bespectacled eyes

In Twin town

Waking in the morning Squirrel sees he had forgotten his gods

And they have grown into saplings of oak trees

And that's what happens when you ignore your Gods

Then hedgehow spoke from the wayside to crow who

Was peeling a walruses skin from his shoulders

And asked him to pass the salt

Oh mighty hedgehow, how does your hedge grow?

In the seedlings of hogs?

In the dirt of underground tiffany dining sets

All orchestrated and cut up in diamond soup

That you know is knowledge of the beaten spoon

And drowned in the kings pallete of plate glass painting

His brow like rain, falling on the bow ceiling

Of his cathedral of pain

Where many fine orchestras play

Oh Jesus Sancti, fire my brains out of your mouth

In a stevendores grace as he laces his boots to the sky

And prepares to unload and die

But Noah was riding in on a Mare calling Night, Night

Beware for my Ark is wrestling in the light

And my dark is a hero of the knight

And sutres are dyed a billion colours

The length of kidney canned

And left on supermarket shelves

For dog food

Two's a crowd

 The drummond cough, the diamond scoffed

The dear Jon toffed at the toffee cart

He was in a huff, he sniffed some snuff

And broke with lily and her heart

The Frogman jumped,

The loggerman lumped

And lumberjacked his art

As trunks they cuffed

In chains as huffed

The Policewoman who was miles apart

She maced his base, then aced his face

Tears of disgrace and pain did start

All too rough, they did act tough

But now the fire's too bright to see them

The fire that burns between them

Tipping point

 Down in the dumps

Where everything jumps

The rabbit thumps

And the old dog slumps

Down in the dumps 

Where the sea gull stumps

His old broken leg

Over the lumps

Well things are looking up

Down in the dumps

Full of rubbish, and garbage and waste

Full of tubes of tooth paste

And the bitter taste

More pace less haste

Leads you down the road

to the dumps

The tip, the refuse heap

Where they give you a clip

Tell you to pin yourself 

To the dart board

Where the bicycle pumps

Don't work

Full of knots, and cots, and hotspots

Full of nettles and kettles and forget-me-nots

Where the flowers grow over

Other people's junk

Some ships have sunk

An iron hunk

These are the things you find

Down in the dumps

But there is blue sky crying

Its colour into the grey

Leaching its powers into

better days

And has-been machines

That should have been on their way

But stay

Like a museum

To remark upon decay

Yet the sun always shines upon them

The birds will still sing

This spring, that winter

Days have past and been seen

Some things were built to last

Some are known as sure things

Some in racks some in ruins

Some wrecks are the balls of a giant

Many are marked by the strong

Sinewy muscles ligaments and tendons

Of diggers turned to rust

But stand unyielding to the last

Waiting the dying rays of the sun

They endure

jump

 Killern, Killern

Strange in remembering the numb

Bum of ttack

From boredom

And reverie

The dream of Gerontius

And the father of flea

Or was it flee, jump fly

Escape

Take the leap of faith

Even you yes you

Could be the next winner of

The exclusive tape

Wound about the ears of priests who listen

Dogs who don't

Frozen Christenings 

And bottle neck births

Too tight

To know

Their ass from their elbow

Matisse

 Matis sitting down

the ruly Matis in the pompadue centre

The big time piano

Perhaps now I think that the book in the house

Always Matisz is on a postcard or poster

Lots of production

The Matisz is reproduced a lot

Lost in the modern worls

Its reproductivitivy

He stops in the force

Very truly an artiste

In the xposition

If Matis is always here, he rests

We look for colour, absolute resolution

It is used therefore the period

Take it always the it encourages the artist

A p

And I demand the 

The first impression is a plastic

He consider the first the expression was conserved, he was complex, until he could move into tphotography

Vanessa progressive

It is truly an expression of force

29may

For exmple in the first tableu

A liberty characteristic

The old lines

Matis started a tableu

On the table beaucoup

It is closed  until next year

Oh my

 All aboard on the Danish coast

The glowing reports

Of nethermost

And birds that heard the shred of lies

The truth in tatters by the pork pies

A call was heard from Amsterdam

The chocolate toast, the raspberry jam

And colder nose, but older ties

Hold those most, until he dies

Freezing in the underworld

Of doom disappear over a girl

Achilles swears then shoes away

A hornet from his ankles sway

And castanet, and bells they jangle

As fishing nets and horns they tangle

Up in the deep blue of Grecian seas

Oh me oh my oh me

For further down the lullaby

A dog is labelled an Angel now

And the angel is in the house how

Does it go with thee?

The birds they fly in kaleidoscopes

And other tires bring other ropes

Twin town 2

 It is the fourth wall

The fourth time around

That my cliffs fall

And time's oceans roll

In delicate rhymes of whale song

Down garden paths where I belong

Too too-fated prices of corn

In the gob of the chief of the indians

I cut away his tongue and say bull

Bully bull finch

Through fried green tomato skies

Of the Northern lights

Where cold eskimo people dwell

I clash like a four-poster bed upon the shore of

Your reeling consciousness and hope stands guard

Out side the caravan of your despair

That makes its way through the desert and the tented ladies there

And camping hands are sprung in traps

As baby birds are eaten by reindeer

And filtered back through water taps

In the fourth wall that is broken down

And segways of conversation

That never muster dreggs of disintegration

Into holes like sheep jumping over bars of soap

Or shower head reaching epiphanies in the graveyard shifts

Of cat and dog mouse trap trips

Where each tail is tasted like a bead of sweat from a heaving bible

Carried on the back of the Siamese army

Marching through twin town

In Chocolate town

 When my day comes

Everything is gonna taste sweet

There'll be Candy Castles

And Sugary people, all down the street

I'll lick the lamposts

I'll chew on the kerb

The chocolate soldiers will stand at their posts

And there'll be toffee trees and sherbert herbs

When my day comes in Chocolate town

Duck Disco

 Duck butts in the air

Stick your duck butts in the air

Like you just don't care

while looking for your grub down there

Shake those tail feathers

Fellas, ladies

Mallards, Drakes

Come on and waggle it

Just a little bit

Make no mistakes

There's party going down on the lakes!

Come on and haggle it

Come on duck on the dance floor

Dance, dance duck on the ice some more

Slap and tickle those little duck flipper flappers

Slipping off a duck's back like Jack Daniels

Don't throw no stones at glass houses

Fly on home

In your thousands

Canada Geese just looking for release

Come abounding, resounding to the beat

Of a hundred duck feet,

 paddling

Ham Wall reserve walk with Ed

 All the teeming little monsters down on the lake

Eating themselves

there's no mistake

Dragon flies gobble midgies

And Mosquitoes suck my blood

The only one who doesn't know

is Noah with his flood

Bring the animals two by two

the amster the gerbil

Even the cock roach too?

Oh Mrs Noah in her hide

Could not have conceived the turn about

Nor the laundry bill for accommodating all those lost souls,

But down on the lake

It all goes round

Like a washing machine

Clothes in a tumble drier

This year to next the seasons change

The reds mix with the whites

And it all gets stained green

From a favourite pair of socks

Prison

 Could it be that I lay dying

Could it be that I've been slain

All I see as I am lying

Are the ones to whom I blame

I hear the sounds in the cathedral

Mystical voices raised in praise

Of the one who keeps on shining

Though the days be numbered and are named

I see the fog lift from the river

I see the lights of dawn appear

And if you call me by my number

Behind the bars I my face sees clear

Just lock me up

Just unlock me

My heart is blocked

By immoral grease

I search for absolution

Wash me clean

Purify my release

All along the cold horizon

Warm sun rays begin to reign

Like a king in gold and iron

Shining out in His name

I see my light come shining

Brothers across waters

 Well now brother we will cross over

Row our boat to the other side

Yes now Father, I hear the clover

And see, the sea swell on the tide

And now our way it is the rover's

And we shall rove to the other isle

Yes I see the large waves gather

Yes I can hear the sea gulls' cries

And I smell the scent of clover

And I can feel the tug in my heart of lies

Well now brother we will cross over

And find the land called paradise

Yes now father like the cliffs of dover

I see the white washed wave's walls rise

The two monks named Braddock and Craddock

Took to the strait where they lost their lives

And on the twin islands of flat and steep holm

The daughters and mothers wept their eyes

These two saints who paint their covers

But then did they lose what was written inside

On the quaint islands of pass over

Where the peace dove with an olive branch flies

Now did Noah take his animals

On such a journey where everyone of them dies

And had the heathen pulled down Babel

And had the the sorcerors told their lies

And did Braddock die with Craddock

On the row boat on the Bristol tide

Putting on a show

 It could be good,

It could be bad

It could be the best you've had

Oh putting on a show

And the lights were dazzling

Oh and the nights rizzle-razzling

Wait here's the Great pretender

Oh I could've been a contender

If I only crossed the line

Putting on a show

And the people are crowding

In the balconies and stalls

And the audience is rowdy

And you can hear the cat calls

You want what nobody asks for

You ask what nobody hears

What do you to wear so many masks for?

How do you conquer so many fears?

Putting on a show

Oh come and see the great pretender

He's performing himself

At hall near you

 He tried to be you

And that really fell through

So he climbed back into his old role instead

Putting on a show

Dangers of holidays

 There are dangers in this

There are dangers in that

There dangers to run, maybe a cat

There are reasons to be and there are reasons not to be

But we see there are dangers

Dangers in Life

Come on and break the wave

Of this falling, can'tyou be brave

Enslave, the craving, the craving

And delays to sunny days

Come and make the right waves

There are dangers to this

And yet there are dangers to that

The great house between me

CHRIST ABOVE and fills me with love

And we're walking through the rainbow

Of all this testimony

Make it leave or make it stay

There is nothing better

On a holiday with you

Make it leave or make it go

I will be there when the final whistle blows

I will be there at the end of the game

At the end of the line

Find me in the crowd

Of substitution shouting loud

A day score line at the end of the day

Finally they say there is only one way up

And one way down

On a holiday with you

Can't even say

Take me for what I am

Oh take me for what I'm not

Take me in a traffic jam

Take me off, take me in

Panda blues

 You know I even thought

I could have pandered to you

I could've pandered, could've pandered to you

But you beat me black and blue

With the birch stick screw

I was black and white

Like a hole out in space

I lost my signal like a TV

Like a celebrity disgraced

Yet I could've pandered to you

I could've pandered, could've pandered

To you

Gods

 In the North, In the North

The Gods stood firm

Legs as fast as stone

Look on my works ye mighty and dispair

They seem to say

Just desert sands that blow remain

 

And People walking in their multiudes

Come to pay their respects

The dog cries

Of thunder shimmer

Across the blue oasis

And all of time seems

To glimmer there

In an instance

Of standing

Waves

Two possible futures

Split

In one he walks again

In another crubles to dust

This is the fate of every dictator God

That ever stood