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

Fresh Air

 Out of whack, hay stack

I'm in a field without a meal

In the can without a plan

On the straight and narrow arrow

I'm in a jam with a little lamb

Down the pan and far from real

Making an appeal

To an orange peel

Too much to grind its rind

I'm asking it to slip and slide

Off the edge of the tide

And be my bride, be on my side

In the war to end all wars

I've got my Goat, but whose got his?

Is it yours or is it the Kid's?

I've asked you twice now I can't write

The potato blight has blotted my ink

And I can't think inside the sink

No I can't stink on the brink

Its in my brain I've got the grain

Its all this toil in the soil

Washed down my drain with the rain

In the forests of the night

Its off the leaf and suffered relief

It's dripping, tripping donkey brief

As Ehor, or Elron, deltron, electron

Mastercard poor

American express, is useless, unless

You can self-express first

I don't mean breast milk

But the best silk or satin sleeves

When the shore rises and you can't believe

Your luck to be where you were born

Inside the truck driving through the storm

And suddenly bright lights are torn

From the dawn's hue, as cascading

Valleys of thorn criss-cross in virtue

Of being new

Or solidarity of what we've all been through

Before, before the storm

There was no time

And 

We wait it out

And give up doubt

Because somewhere, somehow

We must come out

Into fresh air

Who Knew?

 Princes and paupers, skivvies and skanks

One road down skint street another

Day in the worm field of pout

Porous as Jesus on the Sermon

On the mount

Serpico in trousers

And a snake in a mexican hat

And sheepskin corruption

In the belly of the crow

Crawling in lower orders of

skid row

And I see in the lights

That are beginning to glow

My reflection in the eyes

Of those I used to know

What are these cathedrals of doubt

That grow

Up from the sewers

Where trout eggs sew

And uncertain notes

On their organs blow

Around the city drain pipes

For surely this is the one place

That's left

A crescent on a jacket

A sin of lifelessness

A cordon-bleu accompaniment

To swordfish stew

Whom the unicorns have been cooking

Well who knew?

The Walrus in the dental church is checking out the labour

And counting all the costs

Of being a super-saver

And if you can't save the whales

THen Aquaman needs you

To be his PA and keep his filing cabinet

In good working order

I charged you up like a light sabour and shone you through the dark

And it met with many of the stars

Whose wars were not with me but with the skylark

Who sang to St Luke in his hot bath

Who raised cold lazarus from his bed of damp bark

And sent him off on his midnight

Canoe

Down the milky river, but again who knew?

Who knew of hercules and his labour too

Or of the midwfe whose breath was over due

And bank balances weighed

And babies in carts

And supermarket slaves

And children who swim with sharks

And the kettle is boiling over

Because its been filled to the brim

Now the tea has to brew

And every patience is a virtue

who knew?

I met a man with a can of worms down by the railroad edge

He said I've been down every road in the world

But I've never broken my pledge

But the roads have broken

And the cart wheels

The chariot charities are tokens

Of deal or no deal

And if you believe what was spoken 

Then it forces you to steal

What was never yours to take in the first place

Who knew?

Like dogs in the park

Where the homeless man slept

And he is in abject dejection

And my own parle with ennui

Amounts to a certain British-Russian defection

Someone wishes me dead he said

Then talked to a dog on the bone

He licked his chops

Then smacked his lips and said

Now I think I'll go home

But it was the case of the spy who loved me,

And she would never let him win

He may take diamonds, he may take pearls

But he'll take the heart of the girl

What a sin!

To love a foreign man from a foreign clime

And bend to the whim or rule of the crime

It's a moral defection

And inbred introspection

That leaves Frankestein's monster

Scratching his chin

Who knew?

Upon the hill

 Up on the hill

That is where you'll find me,

Mowing the grass

With my head in the clouds

It isn't hard to find me

Upon the hill,

Where the squirrels screech, the crows squark

And buzzards and hawks breech the blue open sky

On days like these

Up on the hill the road inclines

The heat just climbs

But cool air blows through

The pines

Upon on the hill

I can hear somebody talk

It could be a neighbour about his work

It could be a horse who neighs at a stork

Or a cow who ploughs the land

A sheep who calls for her lamb

Or a cat that meows below the bows

Of the cider apple trees

Upon the hill where the thunder clouds roll

Like God's avenging soul

Like breath in boiling bubbles

And drums that beat their warning

Upon the hill in the night or early morning

When the stars beam out like traffic lights

That say go fly, then the vast emptiness awaits you

And all in the blink of an eye

Where the rain falls in buckets

And the chickens peck and the bee sucks it

And the forest flowers are burning in the arms

of the enchanted love of a life that's lost

To a time that's past

Away from prying eyes

Away from prying eyes,
Away from crying eyes
I'm going to get away
From prying eyes

I'm going...now
take me away from prying eyes
I'm on my way baby
Way into the sunrise

Well the birds can see me crying
And I want to hide my crying eyes
So take me away from prying eyes

You say stop your lying baby
But I can't see the wood for the trees
You say Stop your crying baby
Your Tears are just like willow leaves
Well if I think about dying
I know it will be you
My eye sees
Take me away from prying eyes

Take me away baby
Take me far from here
Take me away baby
Take me to where they hunt the deer
Where the moss is on the river stone
And the waters they run clear
And nobody is seeking to try to interfere
But still they try, when I dry my eyes
Take me away from prying eyes

I've been walking through
This a barren land
Where the people are crazy
They all want to steal your plans
Make what is ours theirs
If I sell my soul, I can buy their wares
But then I will have nothing
left, no cares
And it won't matter a jot anyhow
For who dares, wins, who doesn't dies
Take me away baby, take me far from prying eyes