Thor the post modern

 And we hit the posts in and we made them sing

And the rubber hammer was like a tuning fork thing

It tuned into all the Gods in the clouds above

And Thor came down to hit the posts in for us

With each thunderbolt

He electrified the fences

And then he swore at all the posts

But they never once took offences

Thor was a most willing volunteer that day

When the rain came down on the Strawberry Line

And we all began to pray

"Thor just get us out of here!"

"Thor just finish the job!"

And Thor came down and brought his tools

For Thor's that kind of God

I wish I'd known him better

Maybe asked for his autograph perhaps

But hey I'm just a man of letters

And he's a man of action 'n' thunderclaps

There stands another post driven into the ground

Hark you can hear the hammer ring another pound

I lost sight of him just around 4 o'clock in the afternoon

The rain was falling heavily, total eclipse of sun and moon

But then I saw him going down over the hill like the sun

He sure was a son of Shepton Mallet

And if he wasn't, then I'd be a son of a gun

Rave in the tunnel

 There was a rave in the tunnel

They ran like Sally along the gunnel

All through the Springtime galore

And shoulder of the Funnel

Filled

But never runnel

Out of the river door

The beats were a blasting

Sound systems fasting

On the bread and water of lent

Ecstasy passed around

Like a new green crown

Of thorns since

What goes up must come down

And as they Brought him off the Cross

It was all I could do not to feel the loss

At the biting equilibrium between man and God

And animals nibbling at his toes

And Forest plants jangling bells as they grow

The rave of their lives in the vastness of space

And it was a time tunnel for those masters of grace

To age and not let raving madness take you

To Rave and not let aging sadness make you

Bitter as a bitter root, but darling in the hot pursuit

Of time and trust I feel I must, leave just a footprint

On the shore

The printemps and springtimes dance barefoot

Now in the sands

Beside the sea, that never sees but

Always understands

That magic is a mystery

And time a rolling beach

And love is a wave crashing

always just out of reach

Monday walk, April fools

 On the hill side

Where the sheep reside

And our love glides

Like a gull

Tractors muck spread

Was it fuck you said

When you tried to touch my soul

Steam clouds rising from the valley

White clouds floating like goldfish

Blue sky out in the horizon

We are walking satellite dish

Picking farthings, sometimes starving

To be starlings, willings wish

Shall I shower you in this star dust

Would it leave you pixie kissed?

I can hardly love to love you

But Love must guide me in the mist

For as the train runs through the valley

So the pain runs like a shopping list

Ecstatic Dance

 I met a dragon in the attic

It was dancing there

The DJ's tunes were ecstatic

And so she stomped her lair

And then she tuned to jungle magic

And wild became the air

The bears began their bearing

The horses began to bray

The dogs began their howling

And the beasts came out to play

I met a dragon in the attic

Dancing in her lair

The floorboards creaked

Like a boxer's canvas

As if with fighter's sweat they wreaked

And pounded feet 

and punched the air

Though not a single one once speaked

Some were slow reptilian, 

Others like burrowing moles

Some winged hawks dancing

Raising up their souls

And my sap was rising too

As the dead began to live

And the Zombies of the grave so tragic

New life the music began to give

Skeletons they swayed their hip bones

Whales wiggled from toes to thighs

Dinosaurs as old as chipped stones

Wailed out their prehistoric cries

And St Mark's Hall became a dancefloor

For the fireflies who burned and sparked more

In the scintillating darkness of closed eyes

Then like dazzled larks flew flashing up into new open skies

As the churches rang their bells out

For Easter Sunday they chimed

We too rose from our crypt tombs

Dancing dragons thrice crow-timed

And our spirits left our bodies

And our heads did belly dives

When the doors to hell flung open

And we were free to live our lives

Northbound on the South west coastal path

 Dipped in the black lagoon

Mother nature gave a boon

We enjoyed the sun and sea

On our road to Calvary

In fact the path a tortoise shell

Cracked then wet, baked and fell

Onto the beach where the seals dwell

We detoured round timeless dell

And ponies scuffed and thorns they scratched at

Our scarves and stuffed swimming backpacks

As we trotted down soggy hill side

where celandine grows over the rides

And sun dappled horses with distended bellies graze

Beside the estuary on beautiful sunny days

Then each bend and twist and turn

Leaves you amazed at rocks that burn

In the setting sun that returns

Down to rest in the sea's urn

Trying to remember what songs to sing

We saw a ship come sailing in

And glimpses of the bays and coves of coast

Great beauty had they of to boast 

 

And casting off now the funeral habit, 

Our pace quickens to that of a rabbit

But our feet before were more tortoise lead

So we were late arriving at Portishead 

When finally reaching that promised land

We could no more find a bus than could we stand

Yet somehow we must make it back to Clevedon

And recover my car, because that's where we leaved 'em

Luckily a fairy godmother was at hand

And when she suggested hitch hiking I couldn't understand

But an Angel with a cherub turned up in time

And into her blue chariot we both climbed

And not quite flaming, but at least it sped

Us far away from Portishead

We must thank our lucky stars

For all the others never stopped their cars

But this sweet child of God was sent

On Easter Saturday after Lent

And like Jesus rising from the tomb

We were freed from doom and gloom

Not that Portishead is a bad place

But you don't wish to be stranded there in disgrace

I am sure Clevedon is not a poor place for many

but also Portishead must cost a pretty penny

And of everyone who pointed out a bus stop to us

Not a single one had ever ridden the Clevedon bus

Traffic update

 Heading from reading

Left wanting in wantage

Swanning about in Swanage

I don't know who you left me for

As I was driving down the M4

I wish to visit your love funnel

As I'm going through the Dartford tunnel

Had to have a peewee

When I met a kiwi

He held the key

But I couldn't pull him free

He was a stick-in-the-mud

With the blood and the flood

Man of Sand

Here I stand

a man of sand

which time does wash away

My only relief

From the ocean reef

Greets my face the cool sea spray

As each grain of belief

falls to the waves beneath

and a man mould of clay

A new man of sand

who now may stand

To greet a bold new day

Here I stand

a man of sand

One which the ocean may carol

but which part of me is given

which part has it stole

Which land locked heart the key?

Love is strange, love is bold

Love grows weary, then is old

But each grain new

My hand does hold

As if of silver, as if of Gold

And as this cursed melody

Rolls with tide and ocean wave

A man of sand

does too give way

To love bold, and love brave

Yet here I stand

a man of sand

And across the sea I reach

For to hold the hand

Of my love who stands

on the other beach

Time has ravaged each of us

The sands of time do fall

And what was once sand in your eyes

Now my sandy voice does call

Oh Love is but a shifting quick sand

Into it each man may fall

and who amongst us would reach across

Who would answer your love's call?