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

Road crew

 Oh they're cleaning the drains down the street

Singing like canaries so sweet

Their hard iron bells

Clang like workers in hell

Dropping pipes with a wing and wang,

a crash and a bang

And a "oh honey can't you tell!?"

Their pneumatic drills

Pirouetting with skill

As the turn of the screw

This and every road crew

Who I ever knew

As they shave off a lump

Or grind down a bump

To make it fit

They might jump

And flatten a hump

Oh all hail to the road crew

They sing as they sting

With hammer and tong

Their black tar rhyme

But who's done them wrong?

No no one in time

Just the prime paint of this song

The white lines they write on our roads

These Shakespeares of tarmac

So white they are black

So dark and yet light of spirit and flight

Or fight on the pavement oh curb on your Kerb

They'll put a curse on both your houses if you try to disturb

Their road work

Their road work

What's it like on the other side of the road?

They won't ever know for their is an endless ode

Ballad of the Gym

 Lifting iron

Barbells pile on

Weight upon weight

Sad, cold garage

Steel eyes and cameras

Look on, look on amazed

Like a spider looks

Constantly surprised

Though unblinking

Robotic and cold

Lifting its arms and legs

Up the silver steel spool

And back on the mat

The square of star jumps

Now I'm a supernova

Now I'm a red dwarf

Watch me explode

Who's watching Mr wolf?

Counting time

Jumping to the seconds

The drudgery of counting

Your life away in bodily ticks

And contraction-expansion of muscle fibres

Like a spider up and down a wall

Well a spider creates a web

Something beautiful

While I surf the web

The internet of uncool

And who knows you Uncle?

Uncle Sam knows all

He twitches his web in NewYork

And there's a tornado in Hong Kong

While I in my gym of body promises

Carry on, carry on

Lifting the kettle, put the kettle on

Polly, take it off again Hun

Back and forth like a serf

And manservant of the humdrum

And I contrast this in my mind

With the beautiful Hungarian forests I could be in

The place of cliffs and whims

And fun, saying come and put the kettle on

To my real hun

The only Hun I call Honey Bun

I long for that back again

I ache more than sinews

From a gym

Ache within on my interweb

My soul search engine

That continually rifles through memories

In the hope of finding a door back in

Or a page in the book of feelings

And hearings of the mind's comings and goings

That gives me any sense of peace

And I realize like through a sandstorm

That I am like a statue made of glass

blowing bubbles

To climb inside to escape sand grains

But I am made of that storm of sand

That is blowing

I am melting that desert life into thicker

Walls for myself

And all I want to do is to smash them down

And break the glass

Shatter these false skies and ceilings

And stop living in this vacuum chamber of feelings

I need to touch what is real again