To go with the flow

Journey from one place to another
Like a lover of the earth
Journey with the father
With the brother
Go out and see what you're worth
Journey on beyond the climb
Beyond the realms of your known church
To the others - daughters, mothers
Look at life from where they perch
And then see it from the Bird's eye, from the tiger's
From the Rhinoceri of course
Then you'll see its not too much bother
To try and make it worth the flow
To go without force

The Spring time of Mother Earth

All these fugitive pieces, like lists of luck
Fly in the air
The spring is speaking volumes
In her horse's hair
 and her mission brief
Is to cut Dido from her genetic inheritance
The black and white swan of misfortune
Tears at love's corners
robbing sufi, realism in its stride
It curtails anxious apologies for the
weakness inherent like radioactivity after a disaster


Luckless hands, their time is up
Sutured in the robes
In which they're stuck
Felled in the circumstance of the front room back from school
When we watched videos of ghost stories
So we could be cool
And moving soliloquies
Of soothsaying bandits
who hung out in old church pulpits looking
For their congregation of thieves

I needed this message from the stars
After the pool
When she would be there waiting with a towel
When the school bus took off back to school
And we lined up like
Good boys and girls to file out
And Matthew flicking fingers and we all jumped in
And our bodies were new
And not broken or scarred
And nor were our hearts
But that is what life does do to you
If you think you will stay perfect
I've got news for you
You can't

It is like trying to catch a rainbow,
Or to stop the ice from melting in
Your palms
It is a hopeless situation of love and life that is always running out
But for the moments of precious time like
When we are together and we catch the present
Like a sacred fish flashing in a net
Only to put it back again into
The stream of consciousness
We should and must do this always
And without regret

She was there for that
Was how it was meant to be
For a time to know the now
And now to know eternity
In the present moment
When all moments melt into now
Then perhaps she will be at peace

No more indecision, or grasping for what can't be known,
No more fear of the future
Anticipation of catharsis
Like digging up old bones
No more purging of the self through guilty
roleplays
No more negative feed back effects
Just the pure time and self of one
Who is at one with no regrets

I hope for her this beauty,
This peace of mind and body
This oneness and union
With the universe as a whole

Budapest

Thank you for the trains and the planes
And the aches and the pains

Budapest
Thank you for the times and the rhymes
As I walk through your grimes
With your fines for their crimes
When you're near me
And I feel you

In your teeth, in your grip
Underneath, where you rip
Out my heart
But we can't part

For the art, of the part
When you start the apple cart
Down the the hill
But you spill

All the beans, at the seams
And the teams of the queens
When they drag you,
And try to bag you

But don't make out
Like its the end
When you have friends
Who will fend
Off the wolves

Or when you solve
And revolve
All the bowls with their holes
Where the water runs
And I see you when you love
With the kid-glove

Of your youth
But the proof
Of the pudding is in the eating
And no cheating

Roman numerals

For the last time, I stand here
In awe of my exhausted life
Where stolen figures fly like cloud forms
Under the trestles of truth
Where the sea-sick sailors stand
Waving in the ocean of love

Mundane maudeline
Manful manners
Mooring on the moreish dish
Of dishonesty and ruth
Ruddy, runkles, rammifications 

Throw back

It all began in the snow storm
The mint snow glistened like money
I said I wish life was this soft
She said you know it is honey

The dream of Geronitis was smitten
By the half seagull ghosts who were bitten
By the bug at the end of the cotton wool thread
When you know what you seemed was a mirror to the dead

Come black beads, tie your goose fat wives
Upon the bed leg
Throw back the tides of guiltless lives
Back into the faces of the unsaid

Night Bus

Night bus, night bus coming down the road

Coming like a troubled truss, for our woes to unload

Night bus in the water, in the river with the toad

Night bus its double trust, all your thoughts its knowed

Night bus on the Danube, down Bartók Béla, crossing near to Blaha Lujza utca

Crossing over the border, crossing lines and crossing hairs

To get her in your sight

Yet you know she!s not the target

Target of the night

Night bus rolling strongly like an unstoppable force

Filling with the people of the party

Flowing out like a river’s course

Filling up like sardines

Filling up like kippers,

Making me sleep your night bus dreams

While I put on my slippers

Getting out in the rain, in the heart filled night

In the mountains of my youth

The moon burns big and bright

In the architecture of desire, the buildings are taking shape

They fall and quake into one another

A new home to make

Night bus brewing merrily,

Like a kettle a boil

Steaming down the wet rainy streets

With the night busman’s toil

This kind of love

I don't believe in this kind of love

The kind that starts with a kiss

You are like a blue bottled fly

Buzzing around in a bottle of piss

I don't believe in organized religion

Nor the voice’s call from above

What if I did? I would fall into Oblivion

No, I don't believe in this kind of love

I don't have hours to waste in the bedroom

To spend on the desk or the ironing board

I don't have days to paste in your gloom

Or to paint white varnish over vampire hoards

I am a sick man of heaven

I am pirate of certain death

I have eleven tigers in the basement

And they are all raging holding their breath

I am a giant of Germanic literature

Fooling my guardian angel in step

She is a giant of cemetery censure

She will not allow me to see my own death

There are two fuses broken in the basement

One is the love of everything ordinary

The other is ordinance of every kind of love

And if you leave me I will fix the circuitry

But that still won't light up all of heaven above

I am a sick man full of pestilence and war

I hold in my hands the keys to the poor

I have locked them from riches and gold

I'm sorry they never told me the time to let go

I have a fire truck spitting its fire

I have a lake full of burning desire

I walk right through it, even on the water

Just to get a glimpse of Moses' daughter