Queen

 If the Queen was my mum

As if I cared or could come

To her dying bed

And pay my last respects

Or comfort her there

If I could show her a picture of how she used to be

And the leaves turn in a circle

In the the car park

And the noise of the traffic

Passing cars

And the Queen has

Died

But 

Son of a dream

 You see it through to the end

You, do, oh you do my friend

Because the ache runs deep

Like the oak trees tap

Which speaks and seeps

And strange how sleep comes not to those who

Wait

But the deaf and dumb of fickle fate

And it is dawn, ticking on the lawn

The sun dial steals a smile

and peek at the clouds

But rain never comes

And the yellow grass hums

And the fathers and babies and mums

Succumb to the heat

Like a Viking invader

raping and pillaging our stores

Of energy

Drinking your water

Vampire fangs

Sucking on the pink flesh of man

A humour hangs

And arrow falls

The lap wing sung

Upon the wall

And out in dried up reed beds

The lonely moor hens rest their heads

Dying or living in chorus

So shall we because we are all connected

On some level I believe

Sleepless in Seattle New York

Or Milton Keynes

It's all the same foot to the metal

It's just the way I walk

Don't block the sun,

Or block the stream

Don't sing what's sung

Or hung what's been

The mother tongue

Is your only Queen

Do what she says son of a dream

Come and gone all unseen

Here comes the Gazprom man

 Gazprom

He was an employee from Gazprom

Arnold Tarkovskj was his name

He held on tight to his dream of flight

But always was swimming up stream

He travelled day and night down the gas line

All the way from Moscow to Kazakhstan

Then he went west into Europe

Ah here comes the the Gazprom man

Come to deliver their Gas to us they say

But surely we have no way of knowing

Their plan

Increase the price it or decrease the flow

Only the GazProm man can really know

Love on the rocks

 I love you, love, love you

Bishop's rock

And way below the ocean where the fishes swamp and swan about

Oh shoe, shoe, shout

Kelis, Kent, and Cunt

No

Clam juice

Prunes and perfect pout 

The trout, true, true

Barney Mc Grew and What a shrew

Shew away the lout

What a louse

Losing his way in the pestilent field of pesticides

And pests

Cross pollinate vests of 

Stripy bees

Borrowing keys to Maiden's houses

And Yet

Yet

I see the swallows wind and wander

Like forgotten star sin wonder

Of such trite bellowed up

Platitudes of Science

That mean nothing to me

I am holding on too tight

She said it

I know

it

Seriously grave matter

 They nearly put me in my grave

I was an archaeologist working in Italy

On an ancient burial ground

The sky turned black

And I was on my back

Just another piece of lost and found

Searching for a body

Anybody down there

Shake my hand

The weather's grand

Living without a care

Dying to get out tonight

You can't go out when you're dead

Looking for some kind of light

Trying to straighten out my head

I feel a poem coming on

 The wind was blowing strong

The cards were on the table

She had a face so long

I thought a horse was in the stable

But then her voice spoke

And it bolted out the door

And I don't want to hear

Her ringing words no more

Oh I feel a poem coming on 

Don't you listen to the slap

The steer pikes are following

Their wraps

The blood that I have given though never was it given

Oh I feel a poem coming on

I'm gonna take my axe 

And cut down the stiles

It is an unfortunate

Tax but it has been gone for a while

And though the people flax

And though the keys

Invention

 A mobile phone piano

pedal operation mobile phone app