Throw it all away

 I see cars in the night

I see all those bright lights

and the following flights

Of the dragonfly by the moon

It's not too soon

Oh it's over like the clover

In the pale afternoon

Oh the winter is silent

Oh paths of pilots

Oh they throw it all away 

With the hay

And the fans of the fire

That burn ever higher

They fork it away

They fork it away

And any distance is here

Follow me, follow me

I walk if it's near 

Oh far away

Oh yes just follow me

Oh just follow me

Throw away the key

Follow me

And throw it to the hay

Follow me 

And throw it all away, all away

Oh throw it all away

In the summer when you loved me

It was different

It was lovely

But you said with hay

Throw it all away

All away, throw it all away

All away with the hay

Yes the sky is turning grey

Now throw it all away

And the buzzards in clay

The foot prints only stay

For they throw it all away

All away

And the night eagle is on watch

And the sparrow on the hutch

And they throw it all away

All away

In the firelight

 Oh foreign legion

And the French trombone

And the horn section

And each is unknown

And the mighty ones

Are all the landys

The landslides are coming home

Oh firelights on the crosshair

Of the pioneers

And the bayonets

and the stars and stripes

In the skies and wipes

And they wash their faces

In the fateless night

I had lanoline

Lonoline

I creoline

I had oilskin

And the baby wept

And seal slept

By the seashore Sept

In the October hair

And the firelight

Of the wishing well

Where the water's plight

Didn't do so well

I marnoli

I had mercy too

And I colour

When I gave it to you

Oh the firelight

And the moon is strong

And the Simon trees of a Babylon

and the hanging dog

And the dogging doo

And the day is done

On a pantaloon

All the way we go 

All the way we see

I have nothing more

But eternity

Come back and teach me what you know

I ready for it to be

A rainbow

Oh the moon is bright and the firelight

And we're dead on our knees

And we're digger right

So the science is in the moon is she

She is sheepish like a coven tree

And the firelight

And the moon is bright

But I can't see  quite

What you mean tonight

I have hope 

I have hunger

But it's fading

And I'm getting no

Younger

And the light is dim

And the people swim

In the moon tonight

It is everything

That I want to be

Oh the firelight

And the robin tree

Oh the firelight

In the lemon tree

And the olive branch

Holding out to me

I want you to see

I have more to give

If you don't like 

What I say I have

It is broken plates

They are broken still

In the Grecian tavern

On the window sill

And I saw you there

Right before I died

In the firelight

When the moon was bright

Come on talk to me

Before it's too late

I have you to thank

For my very fate

There are so many reasons

To be quiet

But they're not enough

For me tonight

Oh the firelight

And the moon is brght

And the birds sing quite

Like I wish they would

And it's all so quiet

In the darkness

And I have inspired

My loneliness

Oh can't you see

What you mean to me

Well I meant it too

Before we ever grew

We were not alone

Not for too long

Just the falling stone

Hit the frozen pond

And it broke the ice

and it fell right threw

Just like you and I

When we were new

Now it is gone

And my heart is hurt

And I can't be strong

And I feel like dirt

Oh need you now

To tell the truth

In the firelight

Was where I kept my proof

What I heard

 What I heard

When the lock was broken, 

Just like the rainbow that snapped in the sky

I heard the light was broken

I heard the boiler snapped 

I heard

Your heart was spoilin'

And the Judas wire was tapped

Give me back my Nazarine

Give me back my map

I'm lost in all this Halloween

And the kettle flex is wrapped

Talkin' of the corridors

The volcanoes

Opening their doors

Talkin' of the frog prince

I overheard the sailor wince

And cry in the lap

Of the crone

Who talked of ages come and gone

And how he shouted for his mum

I heard the wailing in the park

Of Jews whose news

Could paper a shark

And all the arabs stole the dark

And light the match

That glowed the spark

I left them there to smoulder

and bark

Like dogs at war who

Soldier and lark

All clouds above 

And rivers below

The colours run

From the rainbow

Wounded Bambi, take me to the garden

Through the mists the Bambi stalks

How softly does she tread

Her iron heart a mask of life

Her hooves of solid lead

And yet she bleeds

Her scalp is nicked

from her pelt a trickle of blood runs

And I can see her softly tread

as after her range the guns

They have her in their sights

She wanders through the park

And to the children's playpen

Where lifeless machines

They stand in the dark

On steel springs

Once they rocked to the children's voices laughing

The bunny, the fox

The dog that barks

And all were so enticing

But the children all have left now

They are gone and will not return

The barren mothers stare out to the sun

And watch as the night's candles burn

The plastic babies have come again from the factory

Of google processing

They march to the hum of the internet's drum

And the hearts are full of reproaching

What has become of the earth they cry

They whine and whinny as donkeys they sigh

And what have you left us but

The long goodbye

Under grey and gathering skies

And as the Baby cham bambi curls herself up on the

The asphalt of the playground

The other disney animals come to life

And spring from their unsprung anchors

They bounce and singing

And carol, they cajole and goad

Each other on

Who can bounce the highest or

Swing the fastest

And the merry-go-round spins on

Then they break free of the playground crashing

Through picket fences

And go bouncing off

down the roads

Of privet lined green hedges

Their heads are bobbing above garden walls

They leap and

Smash plant pots over and fall

Send cats and dogs

Screaming and howling and call

Oh to the mothers of recompenses

Where are your children

Now you barren ones

Where are the generations

Of the dying sun

Who will inherit the earth

From our mum

But yet the hunter with his

black gun

And the plastic babies are marching now

To the town of the barren

And brown paper bag proud

And they knock on the doors

Of the mothers endowed

With money but no second chances

They say take us on board

We will be your brood hoard

We who will never grow old

Remembrance Day

Oh the young who fell to the sword

Yes their ghosts will live on in perpetuity

No more wars no more death

No more living for greed

Our great grandfathers come back in our hour of need

And we are invested with their spirit

Their seed

We who will never grow old

We will work the garden

And till the soil

And build a world

Through blood sweat and toil

And nothing will be feared

For the climate won't boil

We will cool it with our heads

Screwed on like bottle necks

Cool it with our hands

Shuffled off the mortal coil

Duke Google and the Gaga machine

 The babies marched

four by four out of the door

The smell of cider was on them

But that was not what was so meanacing about them

They were a baby army for goodness sake

Who has ever heard of that?

Nobody will believe me

Never since the Dawn of time have babies managed to organize themselves

or keep to some kind of formation

Then I remembered duke google

All the babies were wearing

google watches with google ear pieces

Some even wore google glasses

Setting my receiver to the 

google frequency

and switching to google translate -baby talk

I listened in

Shepton Mallet is dust

All this will be yours

Go forth sons and daughters of Showerings

This is your world now

Take back the Eden that God gave us

Buildings may crumble

Industries collapse but Showerings

Will live on

Next there was some kind of philosophical

dialectic on the the teleology of things

"God put a cider tree into the garden of Eden

And he said to Eve pick it and know the Truth

And Eve did and she made the first cider

For Adam to taste

Adam thought it was good

And so he set up a cider factory

Showerings is built on that original site"

As I listened I thought, how interesting

I didn't know that

And then I shook my head and told myself

Look they are starting to convince me too,

I better turn this baby talk translator off

As soon as I did the noises were just gaga, goo goo etc

And I could relax

But to think these babies were just being brain washed by the Babycham Bambi

And Showerings for their own evil ends made me angry

Google had colluded as well allowing them to use their baby talk app

Duke Google was an investor in the company

And he stood to win a lot of land in England if

The baby army succeeded

Deer Jon

 It's been five hours since I was at the factory 6 am, my wife is going to work as a secretary in the local primary school. I feel sick, a kind of cold sweat. Maybe I'm ill. You'll be fine she tells me as she goes out the door - remember to put the chicken on for when I come home. I get up pull on some slacks and go downstairs to make a cup of tea. The mail has arrived. A letter from the gas company saying they need to inspect our boiler. It packed up last week and I had to call a repairman. 

As he was fixing it, I felt sure I saw something in his eye, some redness there. It's this look some people around town have been getting. The librarian had it. A little distant far away somehow. Like they are talking to you but somehow not you or not quite there.

The toast pops up and the kettle is steaming and it brings me to my senses. I can't get over that feeling that something has changed. I remember the cadavers being rolled off the back of the truck into the factory doors.

In town I go in to the supermarket to buy a chicken for tonight, but the venison is on special offer. I don't know why but I pick it up and proceed to find some other ingredients for a nice venison dish. Potatoes, some red wine, herbs.

I throw myself into cooking it and look up all the ways to make a delicious dish. There is the carving and dicing, and after a couple of hours I've finished. My wife comes home, and somehow I've made it magical, there are candles and wine and we get on. I can talk to her like I haven't been able to in months, and suddenly the tension is gone, we fall into each other and make love. I don't think she knows what has happened to me. I don't think I know, but I sleep for the first time in weeks, the sleep of the innocent. 

The next day I feel like a new man. I'm going to find a job today honey, no more moping around the house. There is a mushroom picking farming up on the Mendip hills and I drive out that way. I heard they were hiring  and you just need to turn up. It seemed like a good opportunity. After eight hours my fingers were stained dark brown with soil and my clothes were dirty. One of the workers Alf talks to me about truffle hunting, and wild pigs in the woodlands. I can feel the cool soil, the wet leaves and smell of the rain on the ground around silver birches.

At the end of the shift I get  in my car and drive home. It has got dark by then, and there is a little rain. All of sudden a stag leaps out of the undergrowth and collides with the front of my Toyota. It careers across my bonnet and its antlers jam into my windscreen. I come to a screeching holt and its thrashing legs are beating the panel of the bonnet. As I climb out it has slid down to the front of the car. I crouch down because its crumpled mass of wet fur and legs is still breathing. It is panting hard, its mouth is open and its tongue lolling. As I reach out a hand to stroke its fur it makes eye contact with me. It fixes me in its gaze and I am transfixed. All of a sudden it rights itself, shakes its pelt and staggers off like a drunk at first and then leaps more confidently. 

I am taken a back and lean on my bonnet and then I look around into the surrounding woodland. The eyes of what look like ten deer are staring back at me. From both sides of the road. Ignoring the damaged windscreen and bonnet, I climb back into the car as quickly as I can and pull away. I race back down the hill to Shepton Mallet. 

I think not, therefore I am

 I'm not a big thinker

No I'm not

I'm not what you'd call

A hot shot

I can add and divide

Just to stay alive

But as philosopher of reason

I am slack

So take back the books

You won

Burn down the libraries

Where I learn

Haul up the stock

From the ocean floor

Because I am drunk

On the evermore

I am not a big thinker

I don't need the stress

Give me a meal in a kitchen

Life is priceless

But do I need a ticket

From an academic institution

To say I have read and understood

Their superstition

I think not

Therefore I am