Poetry

Tuesday, 12 May 2026

Hitch a ride

 Hitch a ride on a satellite

I'll be over to see you tonight

Otherside of the world is alright with me


Come and see what we have to do

All the animals in the zoo

I'll be flying over to you tonight


Get a car and feel alright

Drive about in the moonlight

I'll be over to see you tonight

It's alright if it's alright with you


 Hitch a ride on a satellite

Get hooked up in the starlight

Crossed our wires, but it'll be alright soon


Get a fly to fly me to the moon

And see you soon

Oh  Hitch a ride on a satellite

tonight


Walking like Buzz Aldrin

Getting out of this cauldron

Coming up to see you tonight


It's love affair on the moon

It's surface has got a boon

Yes it's a town I'll visit soon

With you


 Hitch a ride on a satellite

I'll be over to see you tonight

It's all going to be alright

so soon



Friday, 8 May 2026

Good Ship Shepton

 Shepton, Shepton mallet

It's a place I keep mind

Surely I'll go back there

one last time


Fight with a pallet

Trying to hold my line

Shepton Mallet

Gets you everytime


Is it the Ballet

Or the Opera in the Amulet?

No it's not even the ampule

Nor the lighted cigarette

It's a town like Alice

It's Shepton Mallet


Is it the high street

With its Haskins Skyline?

No it's not even ScrewFix

That peeks over my eyeline

It's the little insignificant

indiscreet town of roulette

Yes, it's our secret Shepton Mallet


Don't tell your friends

Or else the whole world would

Want to come here

To sample the ample armchairs

Of the Art Bank or 501 Bar

But I'm not raining on its parade

Or dousing it in petrol

I just want to fire the man

Who put me under its control

Just flip me, and hit me

Throw me out and quit me

If I see another Whitney Houston

On Whit Sunday talk shit at me

I'm gonna shoot so many holes

In Shepton's litany of hippies

in their shipwrecked ship

And ship shape let slippery

dogs of war slip

Until all the sheep die uncounted

in their sleep

Thursday, 7 May 2026

The waters of time

 Can we meet, let us meet again

Down the line

Let us cross back again

The waters of time


Oh memory is a bridge over its river

And I'll cross it and meet you

Again when it's over


Can we meet? Let us meet,

once again down the line

Let us meet and cross

over the waters of time


And time is a river and it flows to the sea

Are we all just lost souls

In its vast eternity?

I wish for a boat to row out to thee

and pull you back in

From time's arms to me

Friday, 1 May 2026

Endless flowers of the night

 If the night's an endless flower

If the starlings cease their shower

If the rain is halved in power

Then we can begin again


Where is it that you've been off to

Journeying around the globe  too

Was it where the Linden bowed so

Low in the morning air


Can you bring the railway sleepers

Oh I wish to rest like them keepers

Of time and souls that roll you

Along their iron tracks of care


Always rolling wheels turning

Pressing pistons steaming, yearning

Like the spring's eternal emerging

Endless flowers of the night

Dead statues

 Brought down by cowards he said

Making a hole in my head

Brought down by fools

Making a hole in my soul

Outward on the plains of the dead

Living the life I had lead

Out there in the rows of Angels

Living the life of which I had aimed for

Lost in a park of tombs

I wandered back into my room

Hoping to find light in the doom

I fell in love with a ruin

I'm living with dead statues

In your stead

I'm loving Angels in the land of the dead

I'm walking miles just to get away

From the dread

That I'm on the road

Angels fear to tread