Twin town

 Well, Well the squirrel walked along the street

Only sure thing was

He would meet the crow

On his toe, on point

And the baby was crying in the cupboard with the

Stocking filler

And the pipe cleaner was working double time

In twin town where two eyes ruled the place

With iron pupils 

Who shielded all the suns and daughters of the planets

Who were coming to eat us up 

I said to squirrel why don't you throw

Yourself upon the mercy of the great Nut God

Squirrel said

I beg you for I have buried my God

I give them sacred burial in hallowed ground of oak

And crow stands in the juice of the well

Is brought up through all the sacrifice

Of cathedral people

And Cats with claws the length of a 

Long dark night

Until finally it can be seen in the bolus of the hedgehog

Dragging cats through himself backwards

Then feeding himself to a dog

Because it is a thousand times better

Than being flattened on the road of no hope

Or chastened to a marry -go-round being dragged by a rope

That says but never delivers the zen master at his track

With the Elvis jumpsuit

Doing the dynamo jack

And star jumps in concession queues

To buy his quesy groceries under speculative gazes

Of the bespectacled eyes

In Twin town

Waking in the morning Squirrel sees he had forgotten his gods

And they have grown into saplings of oak trees

And that's what happens when you ignore your Gods

Then hedgehow spoke from the wayside to crow who

Was peeling a walruses skin from his shoulders

And asked him to pass the salt

Oh mighty hedgehow, how does your hedge grow?

In the seedlings of hogs?

In the dirt of underground tiffany dining sets

All orchestrated and cut up in diamond soup

That you know is knowledge of the beaten spoon

And drowned in the kings pallete of plate glass painting

His brow like rain, falling on the bow ceiling

Of his cathedral of pain

Where many fine orchestras play

Oh Jesus Sancti, fire my brains out of your mouth

In a stevendores grace as he laces his boots to the sky

And prepares to unload and die

But Noah was riding in on a Mare calling Night, Night

Beware for my Ark is wrestling in the light

And my dark is a hero of the knight

And sutres are dyed a billion colours

The length of kidney canned

And left on supermarket shelves

For dog food

Two's a crowd

 The drummond cough, the diamond scoffed

The dear Jon toffed at the toffee cart

He was in a huff, he sniffed some snuff

And broke with lily and her heart

The Frogman jumped,

The loggerman lumped

And lumberjacked his art

As trunks they cuffed

In chains as huffed

The Policewoman who was miles apart

She maced his base, then aced his face

Tears of disgrace and pain did start

All too rough, they did act tough

But now the fire's too bright to see them

The fire that burns between them

Tipping point

 Down in the dumps

Where everything jumps

The rabbit thumps

And the old dog slumps

Down in the dumps 

Where the sea gull stumps

His old broken leg

Over the lumps

Well things are looking up

Down in the dumps

Full of rubbish, and garbage and waste

Full of tubes of tooth paste

And the bitter taste

More pace less haste

Leads you down the road

to the dumps

The tip, the refuse heap

Where they give you a clip

Tell you to pin yourself 

To the dart board

Where the bicycle pumps

Don't work

Full of knots, and cots, and hotspots

Full of nettles and kettles and forget-me-nots

Where the flowers grow over

Other people's junk

Some ships have sunk

An iron hunk

These are the things you find

Down in the dumps

But there is blue sky crying

Its colour into the grey

Leaching its powers into

better days

And has-been machines

That should have been on their way

But stay

Like a museum

To remark upon decay

Yet the sun always shines upon them

The birds will still sing

This spring, that winter

Days have past and been seen

Some things were built to last

Some are known as sure things

Some in racks some in ruins

Some wrecks are the balls of a giant

Many are marked by the strong

Sinewy muscles ligaments and tendons

Of diggers turned to rust

But stand unyielding to the last

Waiting the dying rays of the sun

They endure

jump

 Killern, Killern

Strange in remembering the numb

Bum of ttack

From boredom

And reverie

The dream of Gerontius

And the father of flea

Or was it flee, jump fly

Escape

Take the leap of faith

Even you yes you

Could be the next winner of

The exclusive tape

Wound about the ears of priests who listen

Dogs who don't

Frozen Christenings 

And bottle neck births

Too tight

To know

Their ass from their elbow

Matisse

 Matis sitting down

the ruly Matis in the pompadue centre

The big time piano

Perhaps now I think that the book in the house

Always Matisz is on a postcard or poster

Lots of production

The Matisz is reproduced a lot

Lost in the modern worls

Its reproductivitivy

He stops in the force

Very truly an artiste

In the xposition

If Matis is always here, he rests

We look for colour, absolute resolution

It is used therefore the period

Take it always the it encourages the artist

A p

And I demand the 

The first impression is a plastic

He consider the first the expression was conserved, he was complex, until he could move into tphotography

Vanessa progressive

It is truly an expression of force

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For exmple in the first tableu

A liberty characteristic

The old lines

Matis started a tableu

On the table beaucoup

It is closed  until next year

Oh my

 All aboard on the Danish coast

The glowing reports

Of nethermost

And birds that heard the shred of lies

The truth in tatters by the pork pies

A call was heard from Amsterdam

The chocolate toast, the raspberry jam

And colder nose, but older ties

Hold those most, until he dies

Freezing in the underworld

Of doom disappear over a girl

Achilles swears then shoes away

A hornet from his ankles sway

And castanet, and bells they jangle

As fishing nets and horns they tangle

Up in the deep blue of Grecian seas

Oh me oh my oh me

For further down the lullaby

A dog is labelled an Angel now

And the angel is in the house how

Does it go with thee?

The birds they fly in kaleidoscopes

And other tires bring other ropes

Twin town 2

 It is the fourth wall

The fourth time around

That my cliffs fall

And time's oceans roll

In delicate rhymes of whale song

Down garden paths where I belong

Too too-fated prices of corn

In the gob of the chief of the indians

I cut away his tongue and say bull

Bully bull finch

Through fried green tomato skies

Of the Northern lights

Where cold eskimo people dwell

I clash like a four-poster bed upon the shore of

Your reeling consciousness and hope stands guard

Out side the caravan of your despair

That makes its way through the desert and the tented ladies there

And camping hands are sprung in traps

As baby birds are eaten by reindeer

And filtered back through water taps

In the fourth wall that is broken down

And segways of conversation

That never muster dreggs of disintegration

Into holes like sheep jumping over bars of soap

Or shower head reaching epiphanies in the graveyard shifts

Of cat and dog mouse trap trips

Where each tail is tasted like a bead of sweat from a heaving bible

Carried on the back of the Siamese army

Marching through twin town