Ready to fly?

 Falling in

And Falling out

Here's the thing,

I'm feeling stout

Ready to Win

At the Roundabout

Of love and War

Or there abouts

Whereabouts?

Here he shouts

There are the louts

And the lay abouts

Don't care about

Or delay in doubt

Of expectation to fly

Or boredom with boarding

Black rose

 I called her morning

For she was bright

As daylight

She held me in her boughs

Like a tree somehow

Caught in the day

Like a noon thorn bush

That grows to the afternoon

How should I love

Such a black Rose

As thee?

The baby is rocked

In the cradle lay

So sweetly

So sweetly

Passed the lullaby day

And sweetly smells the arbour

Wherein her love grows

Oh but what of love's labour

Over such a black rose

floods

 floods of tears and floods of joy

Floods of beer that can destroy

And tear a life like a cuddly toy

Oh floods run clear that do employ

worker bees and Queens deploy

The floods of wings in fixing things

And all faces of the crowd sing

The projector

 The projector comes down to earth and shows people slides

Arnold Schwarzenegger has to fight him

Corked

 The dogs are walked

The lamp lights shine

The telegraphs talked

Over the country line

And I am corked

Like a bottle of wine

Spang-dangled

 Boiling in

And out

First the trivial pursuit

Of doubt

Then the carver's knife

Bullet bitten

For a bulletin

Shooting down

Crossing out

And brown belt

They kicked ass

In the dining room

Breakfast cart

Fugue spoke

Spang-dangled

For the banner

Of the band-bangled

Forcep, intercept

Interlude on the tube

The precept of gratitude

A rain cloud

Fell from heaven above

All singing this song

Of the wrong kind of love

I left her

 I left my mother in Japan

I left her Tokyo

I left her in the blue Havana

Cafe in Borneo

She fell asleep in Bucharest

I put her on a train

She arrived in a parcel In Budapest

And I cried my tears in vain

I left my mother in Miami

And on the streets of Vancouver

And she was a pearl on the cold Scottish shore

Where the Eagles swoop and the yammy

Tides are washing her like a shell

I left her so I'm going to hell

To find out if I can find her well

But she's probably going to heaven

I left her somewhere off Lundy

I left her on Tuesday

Found her on Sunday

And it is a pool of retirement

fund pay

That the sharks are all circling round

And nothing remains 

But the bullet

It's so hard to chew

Not much remains but the brain

Where once such intelligence grew

You say you can save my soul, well who, knew

Who knew did you?

No you needn't say for you don't get pay

For doing what you're supposed to do

You are the same non-believer

Who bit the bullet of faith

Well did it serve you to leave her

When you went and got egg on your face?

And we're all in a traffic jam now boys

All time has come to a stop

For I left to go and buy an ice cream

Just from the snack shop

When I got back she was swimming

When I got back with the pop

And I could see the sunlight

gleaming over the water wave tops

I guess I must have left her for the last time

Just when the carousel stopped

And I climbed off the dancing pony

And then dizzy I just dropped