Last of the Mohicans

 He was was the last of the Mohicans

He was the last of his tribe

And they called down the Jamaicans

And They called out all the bribes

He stumbled under blunderbus

He crumbled in the tide

But he was the last of the Mohicans and us

He was the last to have died

I cut out my own tongue as I'm speaking

So sick I am of having lied

And the taste of distrust

Like the red blood of rust

On the blade of the loved ones who have cried

I am the last of the mohicans

The last one of a crooked tribe

And not one of us is one I would trust

But for any I'd gladly lay down my life

Take me back to New York city

Take me to see old Cheyenne

And even the Cree with their lock and key

Shall see how the Lakota cried

Fight me off like a virus

Fly in the face of fear and greed

And with impossible speed

See all that we need

Another Red skin and his Creed

I am the last of the Mohicans

They called me a devil in a coat red-dyed

But they caught the black bear

And sold the buffalo hair

And now the soldier's lost his pride

Take me to the south face of the mountain

Lay my body on it's side

Let my ancestors keep a watch

Of my spirit as the scotch

Is drunk by white soldiers who had lied

Starbucks Mary

 I met Mary in Starbucks

Jesus was a barista there

He made a wicked Cappuccino

And his Latte was beyond compare

I met Mary in Starbucks she was 

Visiting her son on the run

He'd been hiding from the law

Always kept an open door

And Mary went dressed as a nun

I met Mary in Starbucks

She was singing at the top of her lungs

Why the government is corrupt

And why do they kill and disrupt

All of my sisters they've hung

I met Mary in Starbucks

But nobody else was there

They hadn't drunk from his cup

not since the police had turned up

And thrown his ass behind bars

I met Mary in Starbucks

She said "this is where it all began

Just a couple students got together

And then they came up with a plan

So keep on drinking your coffee

Keep on writing while your in the can

Soon somebody is gonna set you free

It might be God or the Son of Man"

Devotional diet

 Goally, rolly

And a carpet of peas

Rolled up in a blanket

Set out upon seas

Fire and a banquet

Lamplit reliefs

Sugar candy mountains

Rotting young one's teeth

Rapacious raptors

And captors of belief

In capacious chapters

Read from pulpits beneath

Stone arches and bridges

Of a midnight's grief

When all the walls fall

We put up in good faith

Shattered the wrong foot

Chews its pavement of souls

Walking down the road

Of little self-control

Too much self-control

Leads to a traffic jam patrol

Where people cram in queues and ram

Their heads in petty polls

Changelings and shapeless things

Make jelly fish stands

Where octopus sell shellfish

And the selfish understand

Jealousy is a jellyfish

That stings and holds on tight

And will want to wrap its tentacles

around your throat tonight

But the beach is full of lost souls

And the sea awash with fish shoals

Diverting and divining the right

And searching in a rockpool for

Merciful relief

That all the pearls are oyster tears

Down along the beach

I walk my dog, my wolves are packed

Like sardines in a tin can

And the ice cream man he sells my soles

To footpads of the caravans

Which come past

Like camels cast

Ships' shadows out on the ocean

A followed fast

The murky mast 

creeps out of misty motion

My love is a lark, and sleepless dark

And dendrites of devotion

For thought sparks

The potted past in history's looking glass

Why do the seas, in constancies

bring back what we have thrown them?

Regurgitate the waste and hate

We've robbed and de-robed them

The shadows cast and I am last

To leave the rotting lotion

Of foam stuck fast to friends faces past

I once loved with deep emotion

Lunchbox

Standing in the school yard throwing about our new frisbee

I don't know where we're going

I don't know who we'll be

Oh but you've got a bigger lunchbox than me

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I bet you could fit a big sandwich

with cheese and pepperoni 

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I can't help but notice your lunchbox is mighty

At our graduation picking up our degrees

I don't know where we're going

I don't know who we'll be

Oh but you've got a bigger lunchbox than me

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I bet you could fit a big sandwich

with cheese and pepperoni 

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I can't help but notice your lunchbox odyssey

In the estate agent's office picking up the new house key

I don't know where we're going

I don't know who we'll be

I can't but notice, and it's beginning to gnaw at me

How you've got a bigger lunchbox than me

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I bet you could fit a big sandwich

with cheese and pepperoni 

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I can't help but notice your lunchbox hanging free

In the hospital waiting room can't wait to see the new baby

I don't know where we're going

I don't know who we'll be

I just happened to look and find out what I see

how you've still got a bigger lunchbox than me

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I bet you could fit a big sandwich

with cheese and pepperoni 

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I can't but notice your lunchbox proximity

Sitting in the factory yard having a cup of tea

 I don't know where we're going

I don't know who we'll be

Oh but one thing that keeps on showing

Is that green eyed monster of envy

Yes you've got a bigger lunchbox than me

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I bet you could fit a big sandwich

with cheese and pepperoni 

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I can't help but notice your lunchbox's magnanimity

Lying in the graveyard nothing to worry about now we're free

 Still I don't know where we're going

Still I don't know who we'll be

I know we all were born equal and I love equality

Just how come, it might sound profound your mound 

looks like a mountain while mine's more molehill ground

Yes it seems you've still got a bigger lunchbox than me

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I bet you could fit a big sandwich

with cheese and pepperoni 

Bigger lunchbox, lunchbox than me

I can't help but notice your lunchbox's indomitability

Woolly

 Time is a sheep

That I keep counting

One minute following the next

Like the rams are mounting

Falling on the hillside

Of a black and white despair

I know I should get going

But I keep going nowhere

Always back into the same old pen

I wish could remember way back when

This whole place was green fields

And times flock hadn't marched

But now the clock has reached us

Time flies by too fast

Put them back into their mother's

Pregnant in the moment

I am here but she's past on

In to eternal foment

Lifestyle

 As I am lying on the floor

I wonder what is more

What is real, what is fake

In this string of give and take

Is all my life just an illusion?

 Buy a house and settle down

Move into a nicer part of town

Follow streams and follow flows

Follow the river where it goes

But have a base, have a home

Unless you remain a rolling stone

And even then a line is crossed

Every time you're found and lost

Picked up, thrown to another home

Into the four winds tossed

Life is an illusion 

but then we need four walls

To make a full union

Or else all turns sour

Like slaves we cower

From the master's hand that falls

Show us then the real friend

Who will stand by us until the end

Newsagents

All the salutations
Of an arabian horse
When he meets a nomad
Of the magazine course
Slipping in and out
Its so sad
Pop goes the weasel again

Furthermore the sycophants
Are creeping up to heaven's door
Lord knows I tried to stop them
Before the shit hit the fan
And every so often
I shot them
With a gun shaped like a man

Because speaking of what I am
I need a bullet head
My razor brain
Is blunted by all
The hard things she's said

Shoot me into Eden
Nothing's perfect but the dead
And they stay that way forever
Inspite of the Vulture's being fed

And I had a close shave
The type they give privet hedge
But nothing's sacred, nor private these days
You have to find your own window ledge

The birds in the steeple
The people are all making jam
And a hundred hungry wasps are swarming
Wanting to eat every last gram