Zombie Dinosaur

 Don't you come back from the dead

You fossil stay down 

Where you have your bed

Don't come back from the forest floor

Zombie Dinosaur

Yes I know you were buried in the mud

And the silt it covered your skin

And your flesh was frozen turned to stone

And your body was placed in the bin

But there is still some spirit from long ago

That fester way down in the swamps

Where mini monsters eat themselves

And rise up like jellified lumps

If you were me then what would you say?

Oh uhhuh come back and have fun

But No my friend Zombie Dinosaur

Down there is your home, the only one

We don't want you to walk the streets and pester

The good human beings

Although we're having trouble now

It's a bubble now a sacred cow

And it will burst as soon as life moves on

But I am a Zombie Dinosaur I need life

And sustenance

Don't bar me from my second coming

On this sweet earth, you know I once was number one

But the world moves on my friend with jaws

My many betoothed beastie

And you don't simply come rampaging

Helping yourself everytime you get a little feasty

Don't lock me out, don't shut me down

Block me or deny me

My day will come when I'm in the sun

And none shall supervise me

I shall be free to skip in the fields

And dance and play and come

Back over the barrows

Of the dead elves

And leave the dwarves to the shadows

Living fuck

 Can you make the song bird sing

In the early evening

Can you joke that it's not spring

While the season's turning?

Are you free or are you chained

While the maze of amazing rain

Comes spiralling down upon your brain

Oh tell me what is living?

Are you free to live

Then why not start to give

To your fellow human beings

They aren't blind to what they're seeing

Have the doves of the cot not flown

Out into the storm

Have the wily cocks of home

Not been kept in safe and warm

What of beauty

What of kings

What of all these kinds of things

And what you take

And what life brings

What is it you are finding?

A new line

 Monads, epistles, fevers, colds

Cool drooling mouths

Faces of fools opening, closing

Laughing and falling

Like all of human nature

Into the gene pools

The River out of Eden

The long charade

The pictures and shadow play

The aching archipelagos

Abandoned island rock

Out on a precipice

On its own a ticking clock

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

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?

The bite of remorse

 The con climbed over the wall

He scaled the razors and barbs

And miraculously those little sabours

Left his flesh unharmed

The he ran with the spirit of a rabbit

Darting the spot lighted eye

The search the perimeter horizon

He was determined that he would not die

Next after swimming the short moat 

He found himself in the cemetry

At least when they measured his pulse

They'd note no unusual telemetry

So not to be down beat, he let his heart and feet

Rest a while

And the hint of a smile

Began to creep across his face

This graveyard was a god send, the peace and quiet

Ensured he'd be undisturbed for at least another few hours

Except then he remember, tomorrow was the Day of the dead 

There would be women bearing flowers

And men bowing their heads

At least for now he could rest in peace

Or at least that's what the tombstones said

He was overcome by tiredness and drifted into sleep

The veil of the other world opened up

And in his dreams he could peep

He saw the ghosts of his loved ones

Uncles aunts and cousins

And then he noticed something stirring in the bushes

But he was paralysed by sleep's soft bosoms

Suddenly a twig snapped

And he was jolted awake

Wide-eyed and blinking

He surveyed his surroundings

and it was all he could do to stop thinking:

Someone is watching me!

..Or something...

Nothing moved, and the night was still

But then a scurry a movement quick as a flash behind a grave stone

And then again it popped out two furry ears

And his nerves were allayed

Just a rabbit he softly spoke

And all tension left him as he got the joke

The lucky rabbit's foot, he remembered in his pocket

And rubbed it for good luck

Somebody up there must still love me

But as he looked up searching the night sky

Through the branches of the lime tree

He seemed to see two green jewels starring back at him

Unlike any stars he'd witnessed before

Then the realization dawned

Oh God a figure in the branches above

But it was too late

It, whatever 'it' was

Had swooped down upon him

And its superhuman strength had wrestled Joseph to the ground

It seemed a swirl

It was over in a flash

The creature had sunk its long fangs

Into his neck and was drinking his blood

Joseph began to feel weak

As his strength was leaving him

But it was beyond him to speak

Greed nation

 I think we're turning German

In our cars, in our cars

Shaped like pandas and podgy rabbits

We race around like contented Chinese men

We have the veneer of China,

You are what you consume

After all in the technology, the

blatant and obvious over consumerism

Because what else is there to do in a vacuous life

But grow fat

Body building

And mechanizing ourselves

Just the rich grow richer

The poor stay where they are

Watching the fat cats driving their cars

Caveman

 My mama said son, what you gonna be?

For you're nearly 9 and it's 45000 BC

I said now mama, why don't you know

I don't wanna lay bricks and I don't wanna build

I Don't wanna join the stone mason guild

I just wanna lie around all day

In your cave? She said

I said Uhhuh ugh hey

I'm a cave man, don't you see

I'm a cave man from 45 k BC

I wanna go out and gather and hunt

While my woman stays home 

Takes care of the little runts

I'm a cave man ,I got no colour TV

I'm a cave man, I can count 1 2 3

I'm a cave man and I'm on the prowl

For a mammoth to kill

While I hear the wild cat growl

So son, she said, the world is changing fast

You can't be a cave man and live in past

Your father he managed but was killed by a rock

That fell from a height while he was building a dock

Now what you should be is a sailor out to sea

Build a boat or invent the wheel

I depends how you feel 

But whatever you do, don't stay in the cave, 

for life's out there to be lived

And you've got to be brave

Oh mama dear mama, I wanna run free in the wood

And chase after bears and antelopes

She said that won't do you no good

You gotta use your brain, and think with your head

We invented fire last week otherwise we'd be dead

Sometimes it's cold and sometimes it's hot

But you gotta be bold make the most of what you've got

Why not start a jewellery business selling necklaces of bone

I said, I don't have fine motor skills and anyway I'd need a loan

She said why don't you get off your ass and go to the bank

The manager there is a customer of mine named Hank 

He can surely give you all the bones you'd want

Well I don't have chisel I said, she said What?

I said I'm a caveman, why can't you see,

I never learnt to write, only abc

That's why you called me Abel

And my brother you named Cain

And I think he's hiding under the table

playing some wicked game

Mother:

Now pretty soon Neanderthals like us will be extinct

Don't you see son you can't just follow your instinct

What you need is a role model like Cro Magnon man

He's over there looking so sophicated in his new clan

Why don't you go up to him and ask to be his apprentice?

Oh Mama, I would, but he looks like a dentist

Well a little bit more brushing wouldn't do your gums any harm

Oh Mum, I said, but she was having none of it and grabbed me by the arm

Hey there Mr Cro-Mo can you teach my son to think?

He needs a good role model, 

and Cro-Mo just blinked

And then he looked me up and down, 

and gave a wink then a frown

Then in his eyes I saw a twinkle

Like the stars had come out

He said sure I can take him on, but he'll work night and day

And when his time is over he won't receive any pay

Except life experience and that's worth more than fine bones

So my mother signed a contract that was written in stone

You come here everyday he said, at the hour of four

And you fetch all the tools, and leave them at my door

As I'm building something marvellous

It's big and round and rolls

But it's looking pretty cumbersome

So I am filling it with holes

Just to make it lighter? I said with a laugh

He said, yeah, you got it kid

Then he trundled down his path

I never will forget the day I left the cave behind

And I opened up a new door that opened up my mind

Extinction Rebellion

 Welcome to the Climate change activists ball

Entry requirements:

First you must have previously spent the majority of your working life

Working for either an oil company or

alternatively an airline

From this you must have earnt enough money to

afford a safe and secure home

And a safe and secure pension

Then you need to retire

And then feel guilty enough about

Your nice comfortable home

And the world's poor

And the whole inequality of life

That leaves you in the Haves

and the rest of humanity in the have nots

That you then protest about what got you into that 

position in the first place

But about which

You are doing nothing 

such as selling your home and giving the proceeds to 

Some poor folk

Instead stay strong and secure and wear the mask of Rebellion

Without really living your working life as one

Christmas Swansong

 Talking of politics in the bookshop

And the rights of the individual

That Boris should be shot

The Money made by May for speeches of a kind

And others far too intellectual

They talk on the sofa of Feminism

And communism and dogmatism 

And letting go of leashes 

And losing all control

And I hold on to quiches

And break eggs to make omelettes

Of the friends I did not know

And put all my eggs in a basket of change

And hope to goodness that it doesn't feel strange

Because I have forgotten the weight of coins

In my pocket

And the feel of rain on my skin

When I enjoyed it

And Chocolate

saved up for and bought like a child

Or unwrapped at Christmas

And where has Christmas gone?

Is this its swan song that Morrisons

Are putting Easter Eggs up for sale

On Christmas Eve

What has it come to?

That you can't get served by a human being anymore you must meet a machine

A mechanized weigher

Do it your self

It will save us time and money

It will give us more Leisure time

Baloney

Leisure time is fine if you have the money

So who will have the money?

A state of lazy people who do not want to

Work

Nothing to do all day but pray

Or eat

Hopefully the former

But then their minds can be moulded better

They say

They can evolve like the Latter

Saints of the day

We will become a society of Saints all on our merry way

Doing Yoga saying howdy do neighbour

Oh you are committing a crime?

Well you know there is another way

Try being happy

Maybe that is the cure

But to be happy you must stop being poor

So we are back to the rich government handing out money to their citizens

The decadent society

The happy ones?

But then we look across the water to Eastern Europe

Are they not happier there, yet poorer?

Freedom to follow group traditions that bond each other in a fixed identity

Not this pluralism of mass individualism which

is driven by capitalism and greed and getting rich quick

Getting more and more is the religion

So where is Christmas, where are the Christian values?

Everything changes, they say

You have to let it go

We have ethnic diversity

Well we have enclaves, we have ghettoes

No we have love and strong community and rising above the fear

and hatred

Onwards and upwards like Peter Pan

Onwards and outwards and off to Japan

He thinks he's clever

 He thinks he's a genius

But he's really just a cunt

Musing on the pecking of the ground

He thinks he's a genius but I know him

 as a hunter always in search of what he's already found

And all of the tree trunks to him

They lay bare their rings 

For he is a purveyor of such things

After he has cut them down

And like a false king, he wears on his head

Their green crown

Oh he thinks he's a genius but he's

Really just a cunt

He lives in Cunt Towers it's up the end of the road

Everybody knows him,

He's the Neighbourhood toad

He really came from nothing

And built his castle for his runts

He thinks he's a genius but he's really just a cunt

What is a genius but a slicer of pies

Who serves it out to the poor who live

In his pig sties

But he keeps most for himself

He'll be a  fat rich man before he dies

He thinks he's a genius, but he's really just a cunt

But then with all his riches and his mountains of gold

Where does he go when he's beyond the earthly manifold?

Sure his body will rot to the ground

But his soul, will be a haunted one stuck in lost not found

I fear he won't make purgatory, so pray for his soul

I fear it maybe swallowed up by the blackest of holes

Right across the river Acheron where the ferry man Charon punts

He'll be explaining how he's a genius, when he's really just a cunt

Do the skeleton walk

 I do the skeleton walk

All bones and elbows

Like Jesus on my cross of crutches

All trussed up, a walking puppet

Stilts of Dali's elephants in deserts

Top heavy

But now loose hung together by sinews

just what is needed for my frame

"Hang loose"

The Romans said to Jesus

When they saw him pinned up there

We make a crucifix of suffixes and prefixes

We make a bonfire of our vanities

And shatter the mirrors of man in God's images

Ever receding an infinity of apes

Ever diminishing the square root of our madness

Human ideas are bound by shapes

None can get beyond their own boundaries

All must, like Lucrece, give way to our rape

and hold in the eyes the pennies of badness

And let fly the scarves that would hang our own nape

Wanted dead or alive

 About the birds

The hollow man

Holds open his hand

And the sand falls

Ah where have I been in the blood filled night

Feasting on, drinking on blood

Organic in a panic

A feeding frenzy

This bottled cure

This open door

Called life

Slitting the gullet

Of the quivering mullet

Who freely swims

Free form

Catching waves and spears heads of the braves

In my teeth

And teaching the tides

Too brief

About time, and time's reef

Where corals and shoals

of Elephantine fish

Wade and wander

Like Hercules after

His epic battle

In the deeps

And sure though I would hunger for a rooted rubber

To erase the mistakes

But all is nothing

Bar the Aspen shake

And I awake from a dream

Where have I been

I woke up, I was dead

I climbed out of my grave

Why is everyone looking at me

Like that?

I reached up from the moist grave

The cold grave

I believe in the Spring

That all grows green

I believe the song birds sing

And tired arms swing

Eyes that were closed will open

And the egg that was whole

Will soon be broken

Where have I been?

Underground

My flesh is hanging from my bones

This thing called life still

Clings to me

Is not contained in the body

Though the body needs its feed

The spirit cries out and bleeds

If blood is life

I have lost mine

Yet still I live

Or hunger to live

Am I dead

Or is in wanting to live

The desire to be alive

Life

In that case even the dead can live

If they want it hard enough

Am I wanted dead or alive

Oh to be wanted

By a thing

A beast

A stranger

A hunter

Or a prey 

Who wants to be hunted

It is the wanting that matters