These days

You say
These days nothing's built to last
And good things are a thing of the past
I don't think so
I don't think so babe


And you say
These days
everything is broken down
The king in his castle even wears a broken crown
I say I don't think so babe
Listen to what is being spoken in town
I don't think so baby

These days the shoe's on the other foot
Your arguments are faulty
You've been cooking the books
And I say if the glove fits
Then look
I don't think so babe
I don't think so

You say
The sun never shines
You say your place or mine
These days it seems loving is a crime
Well you know
I don't think so
I don't think so babe

These days the dogs in the park
Never listen when you tell them not to bark
And I never listen when the day turns dark
Well you know I
Don't think so,
I don't think so babe

You say
These days they seem so long
And these nights they don't last
And times seem to fly by so fast
Well I don't think so
I don't think so babe

You say so what if the earth
comes to its end
Well we've been such good friends
And you say its all breaking now
You know I don't think so
I don't think so babe

These days
Sunlight ripples on the river
But you say the river runs slow
I don't know
I don't think so

I did it for you

I'd do it for you
Through the flood waters of blood
I have waded
I did it for you

Through the darkness
As the sunlight faded
And swam through pools of sharks
I did it for you

I moved the chairs as the musician
Swears
At his notes
And the stars fall to the floor
I swept them all up
And brought them to you
I did it all for you

And He is a liar and a cheat
Who treats me like meat
On the butchers table
But I went to him too
I did it for you

And there's a house of cards
With a king at the top
And its falling down
Because they're all
On the take
And even the Queen is in love with a rake
But she wears her frown
Like she wears her crown
On a slant
Oh I thought I can't
I thought I shan't
But I shall
I did it all
For you

Because the joker of the pack
Stabbed me in the back
And now the Jack of hearts
Is bleeding
And he has thrown the dice twice
Across the hall of ice
Where he's reeling
In the feeling
Of all the paradise
In the gardens
Where he's been strolling
When the Ace of Spades comes rolling
Digs a grave, the size of a knave and him
And asks him to keep vigil

But he can't
He shan't
Wear the clothes of the emperor
When the sun comes up
He's left town
And the king has lost his crown
Its been stolen
And the Diamond suit is swollen
I did it all for you
You know its true

Draft and the tribes of Tumbleweed

And pubic hair begat Hairball
And Hairball joined with Bedding-Fluff
And together they brought forth Fluff-ball
Fluff-ball begat Tumbleweed
And tumbleweed did blow into the dark desert lands
Under the bed where he lived for many years
An Ascetic existence
Until the tribe of dustpan went searching him out
And war did Dustpan make on Tumbleweed
So That Tumbleweed
Became greatly diminished in both tumble
And weed, but was still at essence tumble weed
And so He rolled into Corner lands
Of Skirting board mountain ranges
There ravaged by many a storm sent by
Open Window, to punish him for not
Hiding himself well enough in the desert
No, nor was he spiritually rich
So that he must suffer more hardship
Until he learnt to Obey the law of Draft
Draft coming and going at night
Mysteriously
The Draft works in Mysterious ways it is
Oft said
Here Tumbleweed did grow strong again
And gathered around him others of closely related
Though Distinctly Different families
That did help him multiply
And increase in number, such that soon
Tumbleweed became King of the Corner lands
And did set his face against the tribes of Dustpan
Most stoic like and fierce was he in his demeanor
That some thought true madness reigned in the kings head
But after many wars were won, and the tribes of tumbleweed
Had multiplied again and again
So that Tumble weed begat beard shavings
And Beard-shavings begat nose-clippings
All were said to be Magnificent warriors
And did battle against broom, and brush

But then in the cities of dust and lice
Such licentious behaviour could be witnessed
That lo, see the Tribes of Tumbleweed have lost their way
As one Soothsayer Dinner-droppings was heard to say
And the mighty Draft shall smite them down
But nobody in town did listen to poor Dinner-Droppings
And on one awful day
He himself was wiped out and smeared across flooring lands
By Slipper-sole
So Draft, much angered now that his prophet whom he sent
From up high Dinner Plate
Had been ignored by Tumble Weed City
Sent forth his mighty Weapon, and brought forth his Vengeance
Upon them In a double Whammy of Biblical proportions
First the Doors of Heaven Did open
And a mighty Engine of Draft Breath did breathe
But like unto a dragon with red body and neck of most
Monstrous long length
And at its mouth it breathed not fire
But sucked up Air
In epic proportions such that few of the city escaped its voluminous belly
There was much Gnashing of teeth,
And grinding of wheels, as it is wrote in the book of Henry Hoover
Who recorded Draft's avenging Angel with like name

And it raged like thunder sound rolling all around the mountains
Of Corner land and did decimate Tumbleweed's golden city
Where they had lost their way and worshipped the Filth and Lice
 Of this place instead of the true word of Draft

And after this those who did remain
Fled into the desert lands again under the Bed
To live meagerly for many a season until
They could once again earn good favour with Draft

Take me to the bridge

Take me to the bridge
The cusp of your desire
Take me to the meeting point
Between your life and hell fire
And all the sacred archetypes
Of a thousand walls of fire
Take me to the bridge
To watch the water quench your ire

Your flowers are keeping well
-Well they are dead
Preserved forever
In the land of your head
Yes well if you only knew how much
They mean to me
Ah throw those petals down
To the bowels of the sea

They walked on the promenade
Next to the Danube
The trams were rolling over
The dams rolled like thunder
And the Korean drums rolled on
A rumbling under
Margit Hid's arches
To the questions
No-one can answer

Throw down your flowers
Throw them down to me
Leave them on the watery grave
No need for sympathy
Life moves on like this river
Its the only constancy
Just let your petals fall
Into my sea

We followed their parade
Down the streets of liberty
Where many had overcome
The forces of Tyranny
But all those sorts were put into shade
By the circumstances of chance
That no-one could have foreseen
How the river boats would dance

There are no words that can put
The truth out there
There is only mystery
No answers to despair
And if you try to put a finger on
A certain melancholy key
It will move out from under you
Like the waves of the sea

Ah throw your petals down
For the souls that have drowned
Throw them in the water
That was their funeral ground
The ceremony is over and now
The only sound
Is the rumble of the trams
Playing thunder
The rumble of the drums beating thunder
The rumble of the river rolling under
The bridge
The bridge
That bridge

All of their Christmases come at once

I followed their caravan
They beat a drum
Like thunder
The trams rolled on under
The heavy sky
Margit Hid
Or Bridge
Where the South Koreans did die
You know it was a sad event
When they spent
Several days
Looking for the bodies
What a waste of government subsidies
Some said
But then international relations deemed it necessary
There was a parade
For the families
Who had lost a loved one in the River
The God-damn river
That every tourist needs to see
Why?
It is not that great
Is it worth dying for? That some river boat captain
Should push his throttle lever
To full speed?
Just to make it in front
Of some larger Cruiser
That was aiming at the same place
Anyway
Some matter of pride
That got him sunk
And 30 more souls likewise

I know no-one
Will call me back
But then no-one
ever will
have a chance with these lost
men, women and children

Can they?

Fuck me I'm an animal
That's what makes me a man
That and its undeniable
That I can when I can the can can

All my cans got caught
They were flying North for the winter
She put up her net of naughts
And the Cans got caught in Knots

She left them there in the breeze
Floating like heartless dolphins
And All I could say was please
Can a donkey swim across the oceans?

It cannot?
Then can a Yacht, carry a pail of water?
It can
Then cannot the sky fill a VW van
With Surf Boards
Can the waves practice sport
On land for a change
Can Kings take their holidays
In caravans
Somewhere on the coast of Norfolk
They can

Why is it American English only on Blogs or The South Korean Tragedy at Margaret Bridge, Budapest

I was going to write a poem
About how sad it was to see
a parade of the South Koreans
(They might also be North, but I doubt it)
Along the banks of the Danube
Actually
If truth be told I was cycling
And their bloody parade upset my route
And I exclaimed
'This is a cycle lane!'
But then I realized this must be a serious matter
So I headed it off
Like some paparazzi photographer
So obsessed was I with what was about to unfold
I could not distinguish my self
From an irritable idiot
Who kept getting in the way
I had to keep cycling ahead
Of this very sombre parade
Full of men twizzling the bands attached to the back of their
Heads
And others were beating drums
They were dressed in
White
Or Blue
And had on some head bands too
That looked blue
The point is I
Harassed their every move
So I hope you feel thankful to me
For my rubbish poetry
About this
Most significant event
That the hop-on-hop-off
Tourists couldn't give a shit about
As they crossed the Margit Bridge
The place where about 29 South Koreans died
When a much larger
Viking cruiser ploughed right
Over their little tourist boat
They were at the right place at the wrong time
You might say
And now they are dead
And all the petals that they throw
Into the Danube won't make a blind bit of difference to the fact that they
Are gone, and won't come back
And I am listening to the bloody Vivaldi variations as I wait
For someone in the British Government to answer my call about
Getting my tax back that I have overpaid
Because that is
All that matters anyway to the average Joe
But I KNOW
NO-ONE
Will ever answer because that is the way things go
When you are a British Citizen who has
Lost their Government Password
For the Government Gateway
Someone
Will always beat a drum
After you are dead and gone
In your memory