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