Human Shit, love grew out of it

 Was it love at first sight?

She wasn't my type.

But on the next date we had Korean BBQ

On our way home I stepped in some human shit. I stepped on it in the station. Dogs don't use the trains.

I was disappointed that I stood in it.

She burst out laughing at me

and so we worked together to remove human shit from my shoes.

Disposable chopsticks and I got to like her.

My ex-girlfriend would not do that

We celebrated our one year anniversary

Love grew out 

first light

first night

line of sight

not be a pretty sight

like a thief in the night

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When we grew out of love

 We grew out of love

I guess that things have changed

The purse was not enough

And your lips were strained

The colours of the dove

All this whiteness turns to grey

When we grew out of love

On the Christmas day

The murmurings were stuffed

The Turkey paved the way

I craved for oven gloves

You said that I would pay

But it was not enough

It was trodden in the clay

When we grew out of love

On that Christmas day

We shot stars above 

With our arrows' aim

And the lord he did cough

When his light was hidden away

Shine on, shine though it's tough

When things don't go your way

But we grew out of love

On that Christmas day

Torched ground

 Every piece of magic lies dead in the wasteland

And what is that I hear

The sound of a blackbird sing?

The great war machine is rolling

Over the skulls of my friends

And the choas has come without warning

But there will be no end

You must live young fighter of virtue

Young or just old enough to die

These lies like crisps lie broken

On the path beneath the sky

Some foreign beast is howling

I can hear but don't understand

Why he is whining and calling

What hurt has done him such harm?

The fox is there in the graveyard sniffing 

Around the gravestones

And the tombs are full of embalming

But we are living, in a jeopardy time

The colours they stay on the beach

Miami is a miasma of sound

And yet the foreign beast he is calling

And I am on his home hunting ground

Take me back to when times were holy

And frozen as the eyelashes of care

The butterfly steps in the butter

And there is a fly which is buzzing somewhere

I saw her face in the mirror

I knew she was within and without

But crossed in the cross hairs of becoming

Some telegraph poles looking stout

The countryside dies in its marshes

Its willows are blowing in the wind

The streams are sold down the river

And on them our animal skins

I see a frogman is calling

Underwater trying to get out

We are strange in our ways without meaning

Without earth the sky would fall down

Some people know yet they don't speak

They move in the tide of their days

And a rise in the spirits of the marshland

I still need it in so many ways 

Procession

Please tell us how to proceed
When there's no one to lead us
When there's no living prophet among us
No Jesus
Tell us how to pray in the night
When the dark conquers the light
And we walk like lost sheep in a crisis

Please tell us what to do when you need us to
Please shine your light, please shine your light

There's a raft in the river, and a queen is a quiver
Because her Kingfisher king is not near
And a far off fairy is singing to Queen Mary
Shine your light, please shine your light

And as I wade through the reeds
I can gather what I want, but it's not what I need
So please tell me how shall we proceed?

The doors of time are flung open
And it's like the whole world has awoken
But the black crows above are crowding a white dove
And the Blackbird is yet to have spoken

So when I get what I want, but not what I need
Oh lord, please tell me
How shall we proceed?

Can I get a witness to this whiteness or some might call it grey

 

Failing the willingness to key your car

I stole it as I did the gold bar

And ferreted away the science

Of the screw that turned loose heads upon

The windowsill

And kept out good conscience and art at a tick

Because all that fall

Are not in want of a stick

Some who fall are great

And some who mix their chalk and cheese

Are wont to agitate

The grumbling rill where water's fettered course does take

Me back again to scenes that I have missed of late

 

This scene here is grumbling of lorries burring the edges of reason

And trundling armies of surveyors who count and mark each

Fork in the road while simultaneously

Breaking the back of the toad

Who sits and waits in a midnight road

For a miracle to occur

Or an asteroid to strike

Yet no it never does

Or very rarely because

We are stones thrown in space

And space is a glass house

Already shattered yet on the remake

Space part Deux

The big bang' big squeeze

You've got to break some eggs to make

An omelette I believe

And racing drivers take turns to buy ferries instead of Ferraris

And slow snakes squeal in the gears of dead Jewish armies

Who have raised the dead

But not turned over a new leaf

Who have prophesized their dead profits

In a game of stark relief

So, failing this and that I sit and cogitate my fate

To be counting rainbows thrown up

By the leaves I rake

And colour blindness fools me into thinking

Shit is gold

And not everything that washes ashore is jetsam

Which can be sold

But even if it were I'm tired of being told

I can have more of fairy dust when Disney's getting old

And Tinkerbell robbed Peter Pan

When he left open his dustpan

She got out the dumpster dust

and shook herself off

And told him he could sling his hook

And he did with his brother Captain Kid

And they all sailed down the Nile

In search of Cleopatra’s guile

but

Instead found their Mummies in the socks

They had left in draws

Behind their pictures of Santa Claus

Who is getting old not young

Being too long in the tooth

Just like his mum

He has false teeth and sucks his gums

But you can't teach him to suck

Anything else like lemons

Drive

 

Why did you drive that way?

Crazy hazy rainy day

When the managers pulled up their socks

And the power line fell in electric shocks

Why did you have to drive that way?

 

Why'd you take that turn,

Couldn't you have ever learned

Don't burn your bridges

In the road

Don't live in fridges

Like the cold

How all that I have taught

You've knowed

Why'd you have to drive that way?

 

Why when the petrol killed the sea gull

Why when the oil slick

Lay upon the seal

Why did the chicken cross the road?

And why'd you have to drive that way?

 

Why are the blue moons so far apart?

But when you got in your cart

It was as if the seas did part

And all the little fishes there

Stood still and did not dart

Why'd you have to drive that way?

 

Well perhaps it was your conscience

Or maybe it was your skill

At knowing all the unctuous medicines

Of the ill,

That you thought a doctor could never

be the kill

But the actor he spoke his lines

Like they were a drill

Why'd you have to drive that way?

Of times up

 How come I only feel happy when I'm sad?

Who or what is the false narrative of my dreams?

When it seems as if nothing is what it seems

And the dog in the chocolate cart has cut up all the beans

And lent me his kidney saying some goats have these

And shallow sharks that bite at bait and need the dough

Of my mistakes until the bread rises and snow 

falls onto the hot oven

Aw mum the witches coven 

have coveted my TV

And they are performing soliloquys on day time shows for me

And finally the darkness in my soul has robbed me of my bee

She flew off to sting her last, her very own

Virgin suicide vest inside the nest of vipers who controlled her buzzing mind

Oh hive, hive, behave beehive

I wish my bonnet to stay on my car while Jane Austen drives it

And for leprous dogs to shake their tales at Shakespeare’s sonnets

Who drives the wild geese of foment and town turmoil

Into a frenzy of unaccustomed peace

So this say last, the day is done when Virgins may bomb my dinner party

I wish for no more terrorist virgins to be invited to my party

And when they die as surely they must

I wonder if they will go up to heaven and meet 20 terrorists

Or perhaps forty down in hell

For tea is what one needs these days

Tea and a grumbling that life is urgent and must be spoken about and told

And lived and never sniffed at or denied

Or envied although that is hard granted but lived oh lived 

And danced and slanted hats at parties of vats and tax collectors

Whose shirts are all ironed is boring and superman even

Was invited but threw up when he drank the Kryptonite punch

I told him it was strong but would he listen to poor old Green Lantern

No he would not and that is what you get when you date

Some one named Jade or was it louis,

Well none's the difference she was Chinese and I'm sure she had a thing or two to tell me

But I've run out of chalk in this mill of words and the board clerk is filling his next bill

So be quick don't squark for there is more time to kill,

No let's never kill time, only live it

And let it breath life into us

We must be brave 

We must be strong and positive

For there are some who aren't and some who were but never got the chance

To live and experience this time we may waste

But instead let's hold it precious

And live it in haste