Returnings

 I only have a short time left

I've got to leave

right about now

Some time close to now

I am going

Got to go

The plane is on its way

The run way's black and the clouds are stacked

Upon heaven's highway

My bags are packed

And I'm ready to fly

So don't you make me stay

One day I'll be back

Unless I'm black

And I'm lost on the return journey

Growth Spurt

 If you see me

I've come up short

I have some short comings

I'm short changed in the height department

I had to visit a growth expert

Because I wasn't having a growth spurt

He said you measure up son

You're as broad as you're wide

The birth canal took you for a ride

The grave will open up

On the other side

The other side of what I asked

But he laughed

I might have cried

You mean to say the After life

why did nobody tell you , they all lied?

Yes I thought that

This was it

That I am not as I will quit

That birth and death and chiefly mischief

Were to be

my contentious brothers until I died

No, no said he you have more to go

A whole other world

At the end of the rain bow

From mind the gap,

To off the map

From here to there in

A bear skin suit

What ill-pursuit

No quite hirsuit

Your birthday suit

But whose celebrating?

Only the celebrants 

Only the stars

Starling hunt

 Oooh, oooh, I'm on a starling hunt

looking for inspiration in the skies

I'm starling gazing, quite amazing

Look at the way the big flock flies

Murmuring like a galaxy,

(Andromeda is speaking to me)

Swirling like a Milky way

Shooting like a meteor, a shooting star

Falling in the field of my vision

I'm stargazing on the levels,

Wet with binoculars and telescopes, the other

Astronomers like me

have come to pinpoint constellations

work out how the universe is revolving

by looking at starling symmetry

,symbols and syncopation, the beating heart

of the nebulae, starburst quite

amazing

erupting white dwarf

Red giant blooming like a pillow

Star birth above the willow

Firework explosion of a thousand dancing

suns

And my eyes are crossed, my stars are

crossed

As lovers holding hands

tessellated above the level lands

Where will I go?

 The stars are cold on my back

And my dreams are bold 

though maybe too black

As I walk through the night on the mountain track

Hear the sounds of the owls

And the eyes

The Possum eyes look back

Where will I go?

Where will I go now

Down the long road

Where will I go

now

Swildon's Hollow

 He showed me his cave  

And I showed him my soul

All around Swildon's hollow

Oh he came back from the grave

But his heart burned a coal

All around Swildon's hollow

What can a man do

But show that he's brave

All around Swildon's hollow

I lost my true love

And for her did I crave

All around Swildon's hollow 

Oh the cave it is dark

And the depths they are deep

All around Swildon's hollow 

And the brave a breath take

Just before they do sleep

All around Swildon's hollow 

(Down with the pixie miners)

And the rain ties its bow

Over a Winter time sweet

All around Swildon's hollow

And the bats take a bough

And the rats they might creep

All around Swildon's hollow

Oh should you come walking 

Out in the dark

All around Swildon's hollow

Well the cows will be talking

And the dogs lose their bark

All around Swildon's hollow

Don't take the dark lightly

On your heads wear a spark

All around Swildon's hollow

And light your way brightly

All through the park

Until you find Swildon's hollow

He thinks he's clever

 He thinks he's a genius

But he's really just a cunt

Musing on the pecking of the ground

He thinks he's a genius but I know him

 as a hunter always in search of what he's already found

And all of the tree trunks to him

They lay bare their rings 

For he is a purveyor of such things

After he has cut them down

And like a false king, he wears on his head

Their green crown

Oh he thinks he's a genius but he's

Really just a cunt

He lives in Cunt Towers it's up the end of the road

Everybody knows him,

He's the Neighbourhood toad

He really came from nothing

And built his castle for his runts

He thinks he's a genius but he's really just a cunt

What is a genius but a slicer of pies

Who serves it out to the poor who live

In his pig sties

But he keeps most for himself

He'll be a  fat rich man before he dies

He thinks he's a genius, but he's really just a cunt

But then with all his riches and his mountains of gold

Where does he go when he's beyond the earthly manifold?

Sure his body will rot to the ground

But his soul, will be a haunted one stuck in lost not found

I fear he won't make purgatory, so pray for his soul

I fear it maybe swallowed up by the blackest of holes

Right across the river Acheron where the ferry man Charon punts

He'll be explaining how he's a genius, when he's really just a cunt

Climate change on the horizon

 Climate change on the horizon

It's already here, temperature's rising

And I'm outta range

 Why is all this surprising?

Climate change on the horizon

Low sun red, rivers full of millions

High moon ahead, petrol pumps dryin'

I'm over my head, standing on the pavilion 

And Kangaroos are dead and possums are cryin'

Climate change on the horizon

Look out son it's coming to you

Father doesn't know what the world is coming to

Mother said well I heard it wasn't true

Daughter read better walk in another's shoe

We all can see so it's not surprising

Climate change is on the horizon

Dawn blood red, many rivers over-spilling

Flooding bed stead and the roads are over filling

They tried killing me dead, with their fracking and drilling

That's what the Earth said but she never shed a shilling

Now the crows are overhead and the carcass is thrilling

There's a lane to the land of the dead, but nobody's chilling

Now I'm cold to the bone, I can hear cicadas trilling

It's like getting blood out of a stone, when nobody's willing

Climate change coming, it's on the horizon