Money-go-round

 You know you've got to

Make that will for free

Free that will of yours

It's as easy as 1-2-3

Make that will open some doors

Dill that bill, and kill that fill

Still that Jill

And Gill that mill

Will a pocket, spill a socket

Silly billy pick a pocket

Or three

Make that will for free

Jack and Jill 

Ran up the hill

And Will came following after

Jill broke down

And stole Jack's crown

Was then a fool lost to laughter

No one in town saw it coming

They thought they were 

The perfect disaster

A storm in a teacup

A Penny farthing rounded up

But too many tandems, and bicycles

Were rejected at that stage

For a bicycle made for two

Cathedral Crash

 We were holding onto the Cathedral

Like it was some kind of sin

And all the pigeon martyrs

Sent up their prayers on the wing

Coo cooing in tongues with the saint

The Angels could do with a lick of paint

But gossamer trees will shake

In their Spider web chandeliers

And stand like white skeletons remembering

Did the bough break

The baby fall?

Did they lop off a limb

When England's Head of State

Cut off the body of the Church

Like a hand of an octopus

It grew again in its watery garden

And we saw the car crash photos

Of your tumble

From a tight rope of consciousness

Into the dream scape

Where there are no trees, nor obstacles

Just miles of sea in which to swim

No they did not lop off a limb

They freed living being

Halleilulia to that

Amen

Love conducting

 

Where are you now the dogs have stopped barking?

Now the moon has stopped arcing.

The lights have stopped lightning.

And the drains have stopped draining.

All the water of the raining

Tell me where are you?

In my love spectroscopy in my love epiphany

Cacophony of kaleidoscopic free verse

Has anything changed?

Is anything worse?

Or are you just,

Down to earth?

Swimmer's cave

 while I was still young

I loved the truth and the gun

And all the youth poured

Out

Like gushing juice

From Over Niagra

Niagra, viagra

I have some vision of Las Vegas

And the nights are gone

But spent in Wild passion with you

Except

I was someone else

And perhaps

That dream is a book upon your shelf

But one day, some day

We have to live without

The confines of the pages

And book spine

I gave away in a glance

All the sea shells of youth 

That yet lie washing up

In the tide

I give you these cockel shells

nautiless, to listen into

And what you hear are echoes

of a sea I once swam in

Between the ears

 At last it came that I saw the light

The frazzled one of dawn

Too many nights of being alive

But at least I have been born

And seeing you

I brushed my hair

My fingers like electric eels there

Carried your thoughts and dreams

Into my consciousness salmon swimming stream

I fished for you

Down the years

And thought I caught you

Between the ears

Hearing me

But when I heard you

And your poetry

I had to leave

abandon

All the false dreams of youth

And ill pursuit

For you write a line

And it's not cute

It's searing and real

And it shows how you feel

I lay down my pen

And rest my case

Wooden man

There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of somebody who used to like diving

Trip adviser score for Wuhan Wet market

Yard

Retiring like a dragonfly

He rules his kingdom

With an iron rod

There's no one above him

No one except God

And he gets to say who lives and who dies

With a nod of his head

Or a look from his eye

He is judge and jury

And the hangman

You can draw me in there

I'm a dead man

They tried me once

Below the flag pole

When they ran up the flag

So deep sank my soul

How long, how long,

How long you may ask

How long will I stand it

How long is my task

Will I abide and keep quiet

Hold my tongue

Let it pass

Well I find it so hard but I try it

The red man came to stand in the flame

And the yellow man too he did the same

Now the black man lived and died not in vain

But to the white man in charge

Its all just a part of his game

How long, how long will we wait to be free

Free from turmoil and flood and the blood of the the sea

Where is the love from which we can all be

With the wings of a dove flying like he

The coalman came to blacken my soul

And the hardman came to harden my heart

And I lost control of my horse and cart

And it pulled down the road where lovers part

How can, who can know his own fate

The garden of Eden, St Peter waits at the gate

But who will get there early, and who will be late

Now I don't have flower power, but I know Spring is a state

X-ray-ted

 The X-ray machine was broken

They scanned his body

But nobody had spoken 

And no one saw the flash

But they suspect the skeleton stole the negative

Someone saw a whitebone stuck out

Leaving the door

The heel bone

Somehow the machine jammed

And his bones got left on the photograph

The man stepped out - the flesh man part

And said - I feel weak at the knees

Then he collapsed into a heap of skin and muscle

That will take some explaining

Thought the radiographer

Call in the cleaner she will have to hustle

Then the matron who was keeping an eye on the place

Peered around the corner

And saw the skeleton

wandering down the corridor

Looking a bit sheepish

It's the first time they've let him out,

Observed one old patient from his bed

Looks a bit unsteady on his feet - said another woman

Sure they should have given him a frame at least

Come on on young fellow

And a buxom dinner lady guided the skeleton

Into the canteen, would you look at you

There's not an ounce of meat on you

Lets get you well fed

You look like you need a good dinner

Meanwhile back in the X-ray Department

The Radiographer said to the cleaner

"Put that man on ice!"

Right away Dr, which ice might that be?

Don't you dr me, I'm not your medicine woman

I'm a physicist I work with the real, the here and now

Time and matter, and right now Time matters!

Is it of an essence Doctor?

Yes shirely, it surely is, if we don't cryogenically freeze

This man's vital organs, muscle and skin tones

There will be nothing but mush left

To reattach to his bones

To the emergency heart transplant room now

And talk to the surgeon

They surely must have a theatrical solution

So they rushed the man's remains

In the cleaners mop bucket

All along the corridors of power

up until well they thought

Fuck it!

Let's go in here - the ice room

And this was the winter palace where

They hung up the skins of those patients

Unfortunate enough to have missed their insides

And also the insides which were missing their skins

Eyeball missing their lids

And even some frozen parents who were missing their kids

And were put on ice until their kidnapped children

Had again been tracked down

The British government believe it stopped them worrying so much

Which of course it did

And so they hung up this man in there to freeze dry

Right now that's done and dusted let's track down his old bones

They must be walking around somewhere!?

Another nurse comes out Doctor, doctor!

Don't call me that I'm a radiographer, call me Mrs X

Alright Mrs X, well Mr Ray has gone missing from your department

Oh no, not another one!

Who on earth turned that X-ray machine back on?

I told them it was faulty, I told them it was flawed

But would they fix it would they ever?

They told me I was bored

And had too much time doing nothing in the day

Just twiddling my poor thumbs

Waiting for an X-ray

Well it came

Like bolt from the blue end of the spectrum

Like lightening from the Gods, in Ultraviolet detection

It was Infra-dig and Infra-red and they might have called it a day

But instead they called me Doris X and my machine Mr Ray

It should have been Mr Ree you see they say, because noone 'ere knows how it works

But I do you see I got a degree

In Nuclear Magnetoscopy  - I can spin the particles

And weave them waves and caused a knitting thread

To ball up inside your head

I can Tell an MMR machine from a catscan

And I can PET a man and call him a dog

I can read your palms like I read your bones

You it's all written in the stars

and in the sticks and stones

So it doesn't matter what you call it

Just as long as you say

I am Mrs X and I'm married to Mr Ray

There can only be one explanation for why it did go wrong

And that must have been when that Mrs Jones brought in his little son

And he didn't want to have the X-ray unless he had his Ted

So he brought poor Ted in there with him

And poor Ted wasn't hidden behind any lead

So I think he got a blast full-force of a dose of ray

And now he is X-ray-ted and he has been on his way

I saw him fly down the corridor, 

Surely more super than any Teddy before

this Super ted 

Clapping hands and smiling to all the patients poor

Oh surely this must be the reason

Why Mr Ray has lost Mojo for sure

We must find and trap this Superteddy

Before he does unknown damage

Oh come my little pretty -

Do you mean me Dr?

Yes of course I mean you Shirely,

And don't call me Doctor!

I am Mrs X, with my mean and perhaps dualistic X-ray machine Mr Ray

I won't let them take you away from me my love

It is lucky you are mobile on four wheels

We can just disguise you as a trolley and wheel you out of here

Shirely you can be the dead body ok!

Anything you say Doctor, I can do a good impersonation of a corpse

Of course you can Shirely of course you can!

Right next stop the morgue and from there to the outside car park where we will load

Mr Ray into my van.

Super-ted you won't escape my clutches now ah haha ha ha ...ha!