Hard

Give it to me in a matter of yards
I'm sick to death of you being so hard
A nail isn't half so scarred
By a hammer blow
A pebble isn't half as rounded
By the river's flow
But you manage it
in a breath
Just why are you so hard?

The filo pastry chef is bloated
Fat on all the cakes he's gloated
Such as this soft bellied pig
Am I
Where as you are as hard
As a wrought iron rig

I am soft as a runny egg
Soldiers may dip in my yoke
I put on the mantle of leader instead
But compared to you
I'm a joke
You're so hard boiled
That I have to beg as I swim
Around the hot water we're in
And I'd be an armadillo
But my armour's wearing thin

Just walk with me as my shield
I promise to bury my hatchet
Inside the nearest field
Then our remains will be discovered
In a thousand years time
And they'll wonder who could catch it
This true love passionate crime

Love Run

I'm on a love run
I'm running from the sun
Running to the moon and back again
I'm on a love run
I thought that I was done
But there's more room for black rain
I'm on a love run and my joints ache
My muscles are numb and I shake
But I'm in love with you, you pain

I'm in love with foot steps that I follow
I'm running down the paths
Over the lumps that I swallow
The stones in my shoe,
Try the apple in my throat
That Adam couldn't quite digest
So it stuck and bobbed there like a boat
On the ocean of his voice
On the river of his words
That leave his tongue
When he kisses Eve
On his love run

Oh we're running out of Eden
Running out of time
Running out of river path
Its your place or mine
We've shared the apple
But we've committed no crime
So why are we running from God's law
Or is it from Mankind?
Don't make me laugh!

I'm on a love run with you Eve
And I'm gonna run on forever
Or as long as my legs carry me
Just like birds of a feather

Rhubarb soldiers of an equilibrium

As for the earthquake
The end soon came
The land had been shaken
To its foundations
And its pillars of strength gave way
All throughout

All, all throughout the day
The rain fell down
Down the well
The well filled up
And then spilled over
Over, over
Down the street
The cobbled crumbled
Tumbled down street
And kissed each stone with
Its wet lips
And licked each leaf
And drank each gutter
And it rushed, and rang
Gushed and harangued
Down the cobble street

And all the others were like
stolen ivy
Given to a fairy king
To replace the daughter
He had married off
To the Lily stalk
And all the Lords and Ladies walk
Down the cool fresh rill
In the hinterland of promises
And Primroses he could never keep
But the ivy grew and twisted around his throne
Until he was left alone
In his garden kingdom
And the Queen would groan
For her freedom
And under the green shade
Of the Rhubarb leaf she would
Find it dry
In the pouring rain

Priceless

The fact of this living is
Little and often
The green wash comes in across the hills

There used to be a picture
Of someone on the wall
A picture of us together
The time before the fall
But it never lasted the sun dried its paint
The rain came in left it
Stained and taint
A man came by one day and wanted to buy
It
I said how much are you willing to pay
To me it is priceless

He said name your price
I said how do you put a price tag
On paradise

So he gave me a gold bar
And I weighed it in my arms
I said this ain't worth enough
For the memory is like a balm

How do you weigh a memory he asks
I say try a feather from a golden goose
He says don't get cute
So I said
Try cutting the air with a razor blade and give me a slice
Give me a peel of a sunny day in June
Or the grey sky when I feel
It'll rain pretty soon
Give me that put it in a jar
And I'll take it

Now he went to fetch a dog
And said inside it is dark
And the dog opened his mouth
And out flew a crow
And he said how about that
For a neat trick?
I said I know

So I held the crow and considered it
Was it worth my picture of the dream
Then the crow did spit
And out came another dog
Smaller this time and all wet
Like it had just been born
A tiny dog the size of a toy

But it will grow
Said the crow
And I was surprised he could talk
So I picked up the dog
And went for a walk

The man came running after me
And said what about the picture
Oh I said, you can take it
And the whole house too if you like
I have something far more valuable here
With my little toy dog that barks

Thomas a' Beckett and Samuel

This is what it takes

She said she’s moving to Somerset

To get access to him

You can’t see nothing up the steps

Only when he is grabbing his collar

And he leapt up on the table on a Wednesday

And we’re going to be like sardines tonight

What can it take

This pop culture of

You’s and me’s

The dirt in the sugar

The coal in the snow

All these youngsters

I am almost them

Only missing a fragment

Called love or freedom

From fear

One wedding is at 3pm

Because they want Brexit after the wedding

They want what?

That’s gonna cost a lot extra

And an awful lot of stress

I really wonder why they are bothering

What- to get married?

Can I try some carrot cake

Yeah why not

Well she’s diabetic isn’t she

Well its for the baby

They can’t get a kebab because

Tom is funny about what he eats

Well if he’s funny about what he eats

Then they should just…

I mean I didn’t bother

Busta’s eaten a whole bar of soap

They used to be here

You were right

They used to bring a whole box of tropical boxes

Where they used to have twelve ash trays now they only have three

And you know it brings me down

They dogs in the parlour

The beast in the garden

But they don’t come in because the green fairy is there

Always licking them before they get to close

That is one god-damn demon kick ass fairy

Sure is

Greatest in the land

And I heard this boy say to me you’ve got

A bit of bird shit on your car

And I said to Sam

Is that right

I’ve got your car

She said no

She said I wanted to say hello to him

She called him

And she thought Jack would come running up to her

But she said how long has it been since the fit

And they said a couple of months

And then he weed last night

He peed last night

And he was looking funny and then started going backwards

And he went straight into the door

And started going backwards

And last night he was really sickly

And I tried taking him downstairs

And he was looking at me like that ain’t right

I don’t know what you are trying to do to me

And he shot back upstairs

and then went out again

I mean normally he isn’t like that

Well I came down – that was last night?

For a fag and I would have said there was something not right about him

A Song for lost Youth

It was the year of 19
When flowers bloomed
In between
The days gone by and some unseen
It was the year of 19

I was 37 years of age
I thought myself somewhat of a sage
Knowing not of what had been
Throughout the year of 19

And youth it had walked on by
Those girls I'd loved
Had said goodbye
What more could I
Think to say
But that this was my, my birthday

The fires burned in eternal sky
The figures heard
A breathless cry
I said I am the one you mean
Nothing special
In the year 19

For many watches had been made
By others more worthy of the age
By others whose place was renowned
Beyond my own so earthbound

What would I give to reclaim the time
I'd sell my soul on the turn of a dime
To get back what I had lost
To visit once on youth's bright ghost

But alas that's not meant to be
The swallows swoon in the arms of the sea
The Spring time looms like another thread
As the winter spinner sets down her head
And Autumn's mistress lets down her leafy locks
There in her hairs some strands of summer shocks

And her yellow hair still grows out through the grey
As there will still be sunshine in the cloudy day

And this is the song for youth yet to come
For those will carry on the torch of marathon
For the tortoise and the hare
For the leopard who never changes
For the lakes and mountain ranges
Giving some back drop
To the strangeness
Of being here,
Of simply being

Out of here

I don't want to squander what I've been given
Don't want to wander too far or get riven
By an ax of mistakes that comes in and makes
Little genuflects of jealousy's snakes

I don't want to hear from the swans on the blower
The white cream bun ice flakes
Sent in storms that flower
Like paper weights, the leaves of fate
Are falling from time's tree of late
And don't want to be the only one
To know her

Some where in the kindled darkness
Lies a glowing coal
Of all the sparks of human kindness
That light up a soul

Somewhere in the trees bowl
The heart wood beats its thud
The cows in the morning field
Likewise chew their cud

And far from all of this city
Of hectic vice
Lies a land so pure and pretty
They call paradise

A toppling now the tower of verse
Leans over like in Pisa
And all the words fritter worse
Like a confetti's glitter

They fall upon the heads
Of the wedding guest
And the bride whose blessed
To take her rest
In the busy bridal bed