Low cost

Honey you're so low cost
Why don't you just get lost
You know you are so low cost
You walk in and I feel your frost
Creeping up my neck I want to scream
Into the pages of my magazine
No I don't mind about your baggage
Just don't bring to me your luggage
Now just get lost

Honey you're so low cost
Why don't you just get lost
You know you are so low cost
You kick me out like trash tossed
You might think we are just savages
But all you cause are ravages
Now just get lost

I don't see you anywhere joshed
Hiding behind the last post

Taken for granted

 Taken for granted

Basic and slanted like a tree in the wind

Of the wood

Slanted like the wood

The basic income

The basic good

Taken for granted,

taken for granted

I can see the cure

But I don't want to take it

I'm high on life

and the ride

Is killing me

in spoonfuls

of sugar

She was just some image on the wall

Stuck like a poster

Beyond it all

Yet in the centre

Of the feeling

Thank you

Thank you for the flower from India
I received her pressed in a cardboard shoe box
She had a Saffron head
Smelt of Juniper
Reminded me of the subcontinent
A pity she was dead
Thank you for the thought
From India sent
Mumbai street scenes
Elephant grass, high humidity
Of boggy marshes
The tiger's trail ahead
Thank you for these false dreams
The cut out conveniences
Of mind, snipped, cellotaped at the seams
To run the reel of old India
In my post-colonial, mobile-phone-rung mind

Gate Road

 Down to the gate road,

And beside the running brook

The gargling of sea gulls

As the starving starlings look

The road is cold

The frost takes hold

But robin cheerily sings

things unfold

He is bold to talk of happy things

And mist enfolds the hills

And clings to valley bottoms

It is sticky in the trees

Where the river sheppey rolls

But not forgotten

And we wander over storks of fields

We crunch in icy puddles

As spinneys of trees shine on hill tops

And the sun breaks through

As a yellow shield shining

Through bright dew drops

And snaking along the treeline

The sheppey does take shape

And lifts the pages of the mist

Like bed sheets from its face

The old oak with the spidery crown

Waits beside the gate

And we take turns to clamber down

Across a broken field stile plate

The post is rotten in the ground

It wobbles and it shakes

As we walk around the Lorax patch

Where the cocks crow as men of state

The hens are brooding in their hutch

Like glamorous fashion models

Kept there ready to lay such and such

A golden egg to bottle

As proudly strutting cockerels parade

Their fleeces, like dandified fops

Their ruffs like Elizabethan curls

The court of the Queen of chops

Off with their heads she cries

And headless chickens run a mock

And chicken feet run down the street

And upon the hills spill their blood

As the Cathedral peeps over the brows

Of hills which are vacant of cows

And streaming white whiffs of clouds

Float gently in the blue

I can see through these see through days

Can you see through me too

Invisible in the olden ways

Awaiting the tides of new

As I bend down to tie my shoe

A cockerel cries a murder blue

And digesting all that we've been through

I fill it up and bring it to you

You offer it back like your take affront

I take it back but not from want

I wish I could give, but what I have

Is taken up by the ditch grab

Joke words

 Antonym and Cleopatre

a history of the opposites of Roman Gods, Egyptian dieties

Partner's hip

or partners hip

a sign post for a hipster campaign

and you do it again

and again

scarcity - a very frightening city

Hell bound

 The birth of clouds

and lightning

the ants set sail on a cornflake

I am a heart I have been transplanted 

I don't know the man for whom I beat

Earth cakes

As the mantle piece of the earth is chipped

And the fire in the hearth skips

And trips in power burst

 The smoke rises up the chimney

the house is

Hephaestus hammering down in hell

Is sending up his magma thunder

As plates are torn asunder

And Others are pulled under

And clapping irons

And molten chains

Mountain bend but also break

John Snow knows nothing

Zombie Dinosaur

 Don't you come back from the dead

You fossil stay down 

Where you have your bed

Don't come back from the forest floor

Zombie Dinosaur

Yes I know you were buried in the mud

And the silt it covered your skin

And your flesh was frozen turned to stone

And your body was placed in the bin

But there is still some spirit from long ago

That fester way down in the swamps

Where mini monsters eat themselves

And rise up like jellified lumps

If you were me then what would you say?

Oh uhhuh come back and have fun

But No my friend Zombie Dinosaur

Down there is your home, the only one

We don't want you to walk the streets and pester

The good human beings

Although we're having trouble now

It's a bubble now a sacred cow

And it will burst as soon as life moves on

But I am a Zombie Dinosaur I need life

And sustenance

Don't bar me from my second coming

On this sweet earth, you know I once was number one

But the world moves on my friend with jaws

My many betoothed beastie

And you don't simply come rampaging

Helping yourself everytime you get a little feasty

Don't lock me out, don't shut me down

Block me or deny me

My day will come when I'm in the sun

And none shall supervise me

I shall be free to skip in the fields

And dance and play and come

Back over the barrows

Of the dead elves

And leave the dwarves to the shadows