Of square pegs and round holes

 Free me from the triangles of love

Free me from the circles of lust

From me from the squares of mistrust

And all the shapes of a heart's bust

Free me from the prism of lies

Free me from the vortices of eyes

I am free from the corners where you have blocked me

Am climbing free over the walls of pride

I am getting over the rhombus of your eccentricities

And the pyramids of co-dependencies

Without the circumference of your expectations of me

I am beyond the boarders of a new world paradigmatically

Into the dimensions of a new universality

And a real world I have cut for me

From the flat plane of existential misery

To a new realm of exciting possibility

So don't fence me in, please

Poem for A

 Oh you fat slob

With your sallow mallow, mealy mouth

Pale as a Nursing shark swimming about

In your pool of women you hide in

You pale-faced poser, you cowardly yellow belly

Roll over you hog in the dirty mud of a littered mind

In the crossed wires of our communication

And why not try hanging yourself on one of them

And I shall nod to you and acknowledge your bloated rotting

Corpse that will be feed for crows

Just as they pluck from your skull

The black beady eyes that gave me a look once 

of one who thinks he knows me

And can tell or understand from a single line

The meaning or spirit of another

Well with all your insight I hope you know

This poem is about you, you fat motherfucker

Dove town

 All about the towns of violence

See the dove, there he rests

Ringing out his song of silence

From the love beats in his chest

Hear him sing ye soldiers marching

Smiling at the coiling smoke

Well your guns will do their arching

Though you might think life's a joke

And all death is merely piling

Bodies up to count to ten

Facing walls the men go filing

But they cry as women wept

See the dove go spiralling, spiralling

Over above the tower blocks

Peaceful bird of love is riling 

With the dragon which strangles hope

Come now let down your ladders trailing

Up to heaven's stair as rope

Though the hangman's snares are rivalling

Jesus, God and the Holy Ghost

Fight the urge to despair my young ones

All is love, when love is most

And when is least, then forget worth-whiling, 

All is worthy when the Lord's your host

Army, army young men smiling

Young women in their arms may boast

But the dove he yet goes spiralling

Above the town where he's needed most

Triangular bells

 And of all the grasses and all the snakes

You had to go and walk into mine

Mistake

Stake your claim drive it in

Hit the post

You hit the nail on the head, again and again

Oh but is there a coffin?

And where is your ghost 

Did you escape with the Boffin

Who loved you the most

Or tail-gated it back down to passionate bay

Where the wild loving Sallies they surely play

Did you offer up resistance or with open arms

Say come take me in the middle distance

Of your broken charms

Were you speedy in your love

Like the cuckoo ?

Did you rise in the morning like the

Cockerel who crew

Did you yell pell-mell

Or wipe out your declaim

In the foam tide of the sea

When it came

To reclaim you and yours

And his and mine

And the bright sunshine

That hurts my eyes and brain

Holy Grail

 Cats cry, or may be babies

Flats seize

The heart of me 

On stairs of level moors

windows clean and bottles blow

Meadows breeze, they stone the crows

In fields knees are boughed and bow

As peasants go gleaning up the rows

Corns stalks shatter and collide

In a kaleidoscope of sties

And pigs which scatter heads of corn

And all the merry month of June is born

Rising like a phoenix bright

From long summer lawns of flight

In equestrian gardens delight

The aristocracy keep the knight

At the table in the castle

For a white and sable parcel

Before him lies

A present disguised

But is this the Holy Grail?

What sunlight shifts, and cloud swirls burn

Like coffee cups

In auburn herbs

And marches of the armies come

Drum and trumpet played as one

Viola and the violin

The oboes, horns and tubas sing

Twenty four miles

 twenty four miles

Like a wild goose

I chased you

Across the field and the fen

Oh like a sore moose I shot you

Across a blazing trail

twenty four miles I'm gonna get you

twenty four hours to go

I got my goldfish

And my moonshine

I got my pocket knife

And my redline

You're gonna cross me 

You're gonna get mine

Twenty four miles to go

Love fossil

 You've got propane eyes

Butane soul

Methane mind

Well your gas works blow

Your oil well heart

Sure struck gold

Pumping blood

All over the street

And your fracked senses

In the earth they rolled

And heaven was a wind farm

Of your thought control

 Can you tell I've been out a mile

Out of my depth 

In your desert of love fossil fuel

Well your love is a fossil long buried it is said

Maybe one day it will be turned into lead

Maybe it could run a combustion engine

But haven't you heard love's gone electric

It's a beast with green eyes, fighting in the storm

Where jealousy's trees are being ripped and torn

Out at the roots oh from when love was born

Oh your dinosaur love is a fossil I'd have sworn