Maya and the Man in the Moon

 I'm sorry Maya,

The moon wept

I cannot bring your dreams to ya

I cruelly came and touched your life

With my silver wandering face

That looked cold and old

And lonely

Oh believe me that I love you only

But what am I to do?

I am just the man in the moon

Out of touch

With your love

I cannot come down to earth

To greet ya

Perhaps all we can do is wander together

In fields of stars

rolled out in our dreams

But, and here is just a thought

What if you became an astronaut?

And some how climbed the ladder of noughts

And crosses to reach me

Come and teach me your sport

I miss you Maya

I love you like a liar

Loves the truth, but hates his lie

And can't untie his shoes

When they no longer fit

Come and run with me in your ship

Come and let's throw stones

at glass ceilings and watch them

shatter and shower the earth in

illusion's shards

And then perhaps we'll reach the stars

And I can step out of my moon

And you can show me how to spoon

And how to taste delicious love

just because we deserve as much

Chicken

 Chicken wow, chicken in the trousers

DANCE AROUND YOUR PEN

Hen pen these chickens

They will love you if you speak to them

With a chicken heart

Some call of way back when

The Hen was brought from South America

Dashing across the forest floor

Chased by the native Indian

Who in turn was being chased by

A conquistador 

But can you see her this half human bird

Half a girl she is like half an angel

Who will never fly

But she will try

Perhaps to the tree top

Then stop

Perhaps she'll

Spy the moon

She'll hear the cock crow thrice

And her beautiful chicken dreams will fade

But be born again in her eggs

Specially hatched

To one day reach the sky

Saducces

 I was walking in a jungle of commonsence

Thinking where is the government of this nonsense

It makes me so concrete like the pavement

Then my favourite flavour of ice cream cement

Lent over the railings of the railing shop

And said have you brass knockers I can fit on my mop

You see the end is so hard I've nearly lost the plot

She said well you better make ends meat

Like in a Lancashire hotpot

I said you know your onions

And she said well certainly yo

I've been know to make mad dashes

At the church bell

And I've wanted to ring it

To warn of the fires of Hell

But it was Christmas Eve so I thought

I'd just wish them well

Oh the carol singers loved me they said

How are your Eaves I said I cleared the gutters last Thursday

But by now they smell

They said how do you know?

I said I've sniffed with my nose

They said well surely Mr Christmas as a Chimney sweep

You can tell

That's not the sort of thing a black beard like you

Should be doing midweek when you've left the zoo

I said I let all my monkeys and parrots alone

I didn't bar their cages nor touched my head to their hair

They whistled back sulkily a likely tune

I said I wish I could thistle

But I have lisp like a spoon

And only swallow down medicine

As soon as I'm due

It's not yet a quarter to eight and I'm feeling like a loon

Robin Road

 Robins

In the tree

Like oranges with wings

Singing oh so sweetly

But bitter rivalries win

The peel of bells

Across a winter scene

And he dived down into hell

To deliver water

To souls in purgatory

The Orange smells

The Holly pricks

The cocks fight themselves

To find the biggest dicks

But Someone shot him

On the road to ruin

Caught red handed

By the river Brue in

His red coat

His scarlet tail

The blood was flowing

until the January sale

And we keep our sides of

the garden wall

But I hear he cried

As the buckets fall

Down the well

To fetch the water

Wren, and hen and cottage daughter

Jack is lonesome on the hill

Mary's waiting blood and all

The rose is pricked

Plucked petal

placed in the mouth

Twin tongues call

The Robin sings

all winter to spring

In coldest times devouring

Such little birds but stout of heart

Ever ready reddened breast out

Facing the hedgerows

Turning about

Without a doubt

Like an arrow

Said the sparrow

Like a plough

Said the cow

On garden fork

Said the spying hawk

As gardeners busily work

Won't follow the swallow south

But stick it out

With true grit

As the snow falls 

from the sky's bit lip

And paintings of Christmas quip

Have him chirping about as reindeers skip

But shaded in obscurity, 

the blotting out of infirmity

The raging shout

The angry bull

Whose crying out 

In push and pull

the little snout

with brave pout

sings

Pale man

 whisky for your courage

Pelman for you pale

Pale riders in around your trail

I might be walking out of your city

Or I might be putting off to set sail

Look me up if you feel

like feeling pretty

look me me up I will meet you 

without fail

Whisky for your courage when the wind blows

As it turns around the arms of your white sails

See the flags fly high

And sheets of thunder

Sung like the hymns of god's of wonder

See the plastic bags fly in the tumbler

Raging round like jellyfish of the sky

Flesh is fire's friend

 Oh flesh, my flesh

mortal servant of the lord

Or servant of the fire?

When I watch him on the stage

Expire

Burning

Like a candlestick

He must sit upon the wick

And burn

In flame

And torture

Famine

Oh flesh

Of all the furniture

Fire is your friend

It must burn

In the end

Beyond The nerves

And sinews which extend

What frozen wonder land

Of wasted flesh

Oh flesh is fire's friend

Castles in the clouds

 B minor take me back

Down lanes so sweet

When life was fine

And things were meet

B minor to the E, we'll eat

The flower blossom in our mouths so sweet

The honey suckle on the boughs

The sway of tails of the cows

And grasses green and fields replete

With light summer rain

And swaying wheat

Oh B minor

But I know it's gone

It's only a line in a song

A harmony sung

In castles of clouds

Where I wander

with brow un-furrowed