A good time to write?

 Now is a good time to write

The doors of the dawn are shut tight

And night's behind

The curtain and blind

Oh now is a good time to write

I thought I had given a fright

To myself in the depths of the night

But this early flight

Like a bird in the sights

Drops as a hammer of might

Give me a slice of the moon

The chances of getting there soon

Are bleeding away

For a year and a day

I'm on my ass like a baboon

What is there to write but night night

Drunk on you

 I can't get drunk on champagne

Vermouth and whisky they don't numb the pain

No but I'm a little tipsy, yes I can get a little frisky

Yes I can only get drunk on you

Powder keg and dynamite, 

might blow up the houses of Parliament tonight

TNT and Semtex, 

are gonna send some souls to cemeteries I bet,

But if I really want to blow my brain

I take a shot of you in my veins

I can only get drunk on you

Oh life and all its meanings

Can send some philosophers gleaning

In the fields of knowledge for their answers

Well Aristotle and Plato, with a bottle and play though

Can't give any answers more true

Than I'm only happy when I'm drunk on you

Bearly credible

 While you were gone a bear came into the room

Compartment?

Yes

Overhead

The Bristol suspension bridge

But in France

Crossing the channel

Or the Severn

? And a bear you say?

Yes

I had to clean the compartments

That was my job

On a venicular railway

Funicular

I said? She said yea, or nay

My pronunciation was off

Ven- like a vein I said? or Fun- like a funnel?

The debate never did get resolved because there was the bear

A Polar Bear? Yeah well

It could have been brown

A brown bear there in the town?

In this very room I had to tame it and play

And even then I never turned my back on it,

Like they say

But all of a sudden another one came

Two bears! Yeah! I couldn't believe it and this other one taught the other to stand

He whom I had tamed and there he was as I was ruffling his mane

He stand taller than I and growled

Unlike a performing bear

This bear was wild

But it made me mad too

For all that care I had given to you, I said

And this is how you repay me! My shoulders grew

And the hair on the back of my neck was on end

And the bear cowered in the end

Then I felt bad to have dominated him so

But the alternative would surely have meant my being mauled by two

From head to toe

I left that job cleaning this the gondalas that run on the ski lift across the Bristol Channel

Night dreams

 Night Owl outside my window

Some friend or other a 

photographer -yeah he was watching

He said look, A loud hoot,

Then across the road in the trees

A sight I could hardly believe

An Enormous Owl with an orange chest

Swooping down beside the railway tracks

And behind a wall

But this fellow had a belly on him

Like he had eat more than just mice

Then I saw

He was more man than owl

That wasn't nice

He had spent so long awake in the nights

He had turned into one who hunts

What did he eat this Night Owl?

Little kids in their beds

Or stray drunkards walking home?

picking them apart skin and bone

And imagine the size of his enormous pellets

They would drop like bombs

upon Shepton Mallet

The Owlman of Mallet

Night market

 Outside my window

There are Owl men

And Snail women who go wandering

And Hedgehog boys who skate their skateboards

And kick stones

And Badgermen fully grown

Like bears

Like wolverines

Running down the road

And the Seagull wives are squawking from the roof tops

And they are all going to the night market

Where everything is sold

And it's a dangerous town at night

You have to watch yourselves

In case the NightOwlmen catch you

And they won't show you no small mercies

But rip you bone from bone

But that's only under the trees

Don't go there alone

Otherwise

Most can be reasonable

Especially if they smell a bargain

A little more gruff at night

I'll grant you, not what you're used to?

Well, yeah

In the day they are friendlier

But at night it is more dog eat dog

The difference is they aren't afraid to show it

Fewer lies, you can't hide it at night

Your eyes, I mean they blaze and everyone can tell a false speaker

So don't ever try to fake it or you're dead

Just remember the rules of the night market

And you'll be fine

My love is skin deep

 Skin deep

Deep they say

My love is only skin deep

In capillaries and veins

And the skin fat

In butterflies and brains

And the shin chat that comes

From talking to your legs for too long

My love is body

Bone to bone, everybody,

Anybody

God I love a body

Who's body, yours or his or hers

Anything man, just pass the can

Love doesn't mind

It is kind or rather cruel

It is only skin deep

When you sleep, that's all

The nick of time

 I was on my way

On my way down

I had no words to say

Booted out of town

But I met you, just as the clock chimed

Yes you found me just in the nick of time

I was caught between the devil and the blue,

Oh I was nearly drowned

But you reached out a hand 

And you took mine

And then I knew

Just like a king is crowned

That I met you just in the nick of time

Oh the jokes they do

Come from all around

And they make me feel

Like some kind of clown

But then I saw you, and a silence fell

And my movements became like a mime

I didn't need words because you could always tell

That when I met you it was just in the nick of time