You must be Jo King

 Oh the clowns lined up

Two or three deep rows

Like an army of Edom

All marching from Rome

The clowns are freed from their slavery

In bondage to the King of the laughing gnomes

He lays them out upon his lawn

And sprinkles them about

With wild corn

They must laugh now

They mustn't cry

For the first clown to do so

Will surely die

Oh what became of those

Laughing slaves?

Who marched across

The sea of waves

They left him laughing in his throne

Belly aching tongue lolling

Beads of sweat on his brow

And shaking violently

Epileptic King

Whose madness was

The lust of laughing

The joke it seemed was at last on him

And all his castle walls so thin

For the laughing wolf pack

They soon got in

The howling hyenas of Jo King

His soul was buried in the rubble

When the clowns

exploded their laughter bomb

The joke went off, but was a dud

The real punch line came from God

Who let lightning fall and strike

The spire that conducted down into

The choir

And the singers burned as they were singing

For the king

His praises learned practicing

The joke which taught the king to kneel

The Clowns left off, high tailed across the field

Brush the cobwebs away

 All the spices

Of taste

And colours in the spotless mind

That sweep away the day

And in the corners

Cobwebs find

And pine needles

Of the Christmas Spruce

She used to sew

Her fine cloth through

All abandoned now lays

On the slate of the window sil

I used to climb through

On summer days

Now I dare not touch the handle

Even in my dreams

For the spiders there

Are multiplying

And the cloth unravels

At the seams

Oh to keep

This love alive

But in the end the body dies

And all that once

Was love and roses

Now wilts down

To tears and blown noses

Keep me with you when you go

But in the end

I let you go

For this world

Can't keep us both

And life has its way to show us

Take out again the Christmas wreath

And hang it on the door beneath

The mantle and the step

That guards the house

of no regret

Let the bunting splay

And the holly shine on the holiday

All these images of my youth

And whole childhood is proof

Of love once had

Must be removed

But recreated again under new roof

Sometime near dark

 Some time near dark

When you walk away

I understand you you couldn't stay

But the darkness falls

And the sky turns grey

And blue light walls

They fill my day

Some time near to dark

It's not easy to see

The line that marks you from me

You hold my hand but you do not say

There's a silence there just like falling rain

And I need no words to show I care

For when it's near dark I know you'll be there

Some time near dark

In a twilight hour 

When the gloming starts

And a glowing fire

I warm my heart on your embrace

Somewhere near dark I can see your face

So hold me close

Don't let me fall

When the night comes down

And the curtain calls

We step out, out of the place

We each have our roles on the stage

But now near dark

You leave me here

To watch the stars

In the night so clear

The tip of the cigarette

 There is truth at the tip of a cigarette

Which you cannot forget

Truth, truth for us all

At the tip of the cigarette

There are lies where it lies

between the index finger and the middle

But don't ignore it's like a door

On the tip of a cigarette

The truth it burns so hot

It burns down to forget-me-nots

It is the flower of the age

Of everything, everything we say

There is a truth of the cigarette

On the tip when you put it out

you find not regrets

The truth is on the tip

of the cigarette 

It is up to me to me to blow

away the cobwebs

The truth is gonna burn your fingers yet

It is coming down the line

It is burning up the paper

It is making you see fine

On the tip of a cigareete

You can etch it on the wall

You can stump it out at all

You can try to kill off the burning flame

But nobody will blame you

If you leave it there

If you never smoked it

It will still be smoking yet

And it settles like an ash on

Every last stash

And you can't get away from the smell

You can find, find the truth

At the tip of a cigarette

And you need it

Like you need life's proof

You can hold it in your fingers

Or you can hold it in your lips

But eventually it's gonna burn you

it's gonna burn you 

With its tip

So you better breath it in

And you better take within

Whatever truth you find, 

truth you find

Cos it's out of touch

And you can put it out in the Ash tray

You can leave out for the birds of prey

To find

Oh the truth is in the tip of the cigarette

It is burning for all to see

Burning in the darkness

When you haven't got a light

They will tell you

You've got something worth the fight

And it can get you through the night

The truth will get you through the night

Eventually you'll see the morning light

Each grain has a plan

 There is truth in the eye of becoming

When it closes

The sun shines

In the drumming of horses

Through holes in the needle of souls

That thread us all through

With the thrumming

Tell me this would you leave me behind

With that dark look in your eyes

Would you hold me flat back

Like a sofa and a cat

Would you like Batman go out without Robin?

Do you sneeze when you look in the shade

Of all those dark lonely days

When paradise is found

Just on new ground

So don't give up

When there's more you have coming

We all have reasons to hate

We all have made some mistakes

But living ain't easy

and life can be tough

And all you can do is do what you must

And smile

With the East wind at Sun rise

For it will soon go down before your eyes

So seize every moment

Like it was your last

The glass is half full

Now don't dwell on the past

Raise your cup up 

And drink from the rain

For it may not be raining

For many days again

And just remember when the doldrums

Get you down

That you have one more foot out the ground

Just gift me your watch

And hold my second hand

Dance with me the time lord

Across the hallowed land

And don't go second guessing

The sand

As each grain

Is made with a plan

Superfluous to requirement or I swallowed a dictionary/Surplus to requirements

 Are you going to carry/take coals to Newcastle,

Are you drowning in your own words,

Do you gush, or blush at the thought?

have you had your (fair) share of it,

Is it hyper, hypermarket or hyperbole shit?

Are you being immoderate,

Is your style immoderately dressed?

Does your inessential prose

Go on mile after mile,

Until it dies of an overdose?

Will you play gooseberry,

Or will you play loose

Who has cooked your goose?

Barbed wire fence

 Who made the barbed wire fence?

Who made the rolling wires?

Who drew out the metal from the ground?

That we put on our sheet metal rooves

Who put up the barbed wire fence?

Who mixed up the tar and bitumen?

Who laid down the roads that we use to drive our cars?

Who made the barbed wire fence?

Who told you you couldn't go in there?

Who said this land is not yours?

Who gave us rights and deeds and laws?

Who made the barbed wire fence?

Did their hands get cut from the twisting

Of the knots?

Did their hands get cut when they wrote down the laws?

Did their eyes get sore

With the words they bore?

Did the grass blades shatter in the wind?

Did the cloud shadows cast long

Did they tell the clouds where the could go with him

Did they put up the walls in the sky?

Tell me who made the barbed wire fence?

Who conceived of the very idea

Who stopped the judgments getting ill

Which judge passed the bill

Who made the barbed wire fence

Who drove the first stake in the ground

Who claimed their rights to Eden

And how was it first found

I don't know if this land is new

I don't know if this land is old

But I can see from my point of view 

That this land has been sold

Who made the barbed wire

Who put up the first wall

And who told you it can't be recompensed

Who told you your pride stood too tall

I have to leave it at that

Because there is nothing

to say at all

Than I made the barbed wire fence

When I first thought of the wall