Whatever the weather

 I think it must have been 

When the rain fell down

That I again thought about us

When all the rivers of trust ran away

And the trees fell into the flood

I think it must have been don't you think

Some kind of act of a God

Who threw us both together

Before the weather

Turned us both into mud

I've got to stop the shock waves

The foundations of the Earth are shaking

Echoing in this vast holy globe

Through all the holes we are making

It's got to be a question

Don't you think if sadness is worth the living

If kindness just ends up digging you holes

Into which we're both sinking

Where as cruelty and rules

Can make us both fools

To be colder and more alone than ever

When I look to those who recover themselves

Each time they look at the weather

The Westerns and the Easterns

Part 1 

And they laid the black snake on the ground

The gravel was thrashed all around

With its tail like a whale, a fluke-like flail

We could not fail to gasp at what he'd found

It lay coiled up under the bridge

Such an adder as this none could miss

A giant constrictor oh what a restrictor

Of voices and lips it would kiss

Hercules wrestled the black viper

The fight went back and forth like a wiper

First it was his, then it was hiss

And none could miss that snake sound

Oh but the path filled with laughter

As finally the snake gave up its ever-after

And said a hissing prayer then it rose in the air

And laid back down on the ground

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Part 2

Jason came out to Westbury

One day just as the lambs did lay

And the sheep in their golden wooliness

Bleated along the Strawberry way

Some wolves I saw a stalking

And an Argonaut felled one with a thrust

Then they fought the skeletons

That came dancing up the road in the dust

Jason soon helped in the laying of 

a mighty pipeline that lay

All the way from the Phoenician isles

Down to the Strawberry way

The culvert had been dug

By many hands before him

The Argonauts with the merry seamen

Heavy black pipes they lugged

Oracles from Far Orient-Easton

Came walking predicting the weather

And their dogs like howling hyenas

barked at the end of their tethers

Those Westerly westerners of Westbury Way

Charged mighty high words in the air that day

For this salt track nearly broke the camel's back

When the strawberry liners made hay

Achilles could have twisted his ankle

Agamemnon probably will

Helen of Troy with her entourage of boys

Is sure to pick up the bill

Somebody asked for a pick axe

Somebody for shovel

Somebody asked, he wore a mask

And I think that he lived in a hovel

Hitting hard bedrock with a wrecking bar

Laying down and going to sleep

The only ones not with a headache

Were the bleating, baaing sheep

When we finished laying piper Alpha

Alpha piper piped up and called for the pub

So we pootled on down to the Westbury arms

And we drank while we thought about grub

Not much of note really happened

It was another day for the argonauts

We could have shot for the stars

And hit the moon, but instead we did what we ought

There was a hovering sparrow hawk

And there were many wild flowers sown

I think that I should have done more work

But as it was time already had flown

Land and sea

 My hands get worse

My eyes can't see to hold you

In them

My hands, my hands

These organs

Of sense and touch

Storms and waves

Crash upon the shore

My hands are like the sea

Waving

My shoulders like the cliffs

My hips the boulders rolling

And my knees the pebbles crushing

Rounding to the toes of my feet

I am the land and the sea

I am caught in the sand

The land is in the heart of me

Waver

I hesitate on the shore

The tide goes out

Then comes back for more

And I'm in doubt

And then I'm so sure

When I see you waving at me

Oh waver, waver lady luck

Waver in Waverly Hall

Waver like a hand

You play in a game

Waver like a tennis ball

First it's in my court

And then it's in yours

Oh is this a kind of sport?

I'm really not sure

When love is a waving game

It's now love- all

At a quarter to four

And I'm on the line serving

While you're the other end

Waving 

Crying out late call

Let, will you let me?

Forget? Never shall we

Deuce, by God

The Umpire stalls

Waving, waving

New balls! new balls!

Waver, waver lady

Waving me goodbye

Inside of a minute

I just want to cry

It's a crying shame

Love is a waving game

And the wave just passed us by

I'm waving at you

But I hear you sigh

Waver, waver, oh waver in favour

First you're standing

Next time you lie

But it's all in the truth

Of the contract in the sky

If it's waving at me

I know it's my turn

To die

Waving, waving

I waver, waving hello 

and while I'm waving goodbye

In coconut hall

 In coconut hall

It's all been a ball

In coconut hall

I don't know who to call

I think I'm ready to fall

In love

With you my dove

In coconut hall

Clip clop, clip clop

Can you hear the horses trot

Faster faster like from a disaster

They've shot

Bolted in the parlour

Better call the barbour 

For the fork beards chopped

In coconut hall

No palm trees lopped

And we all sway on

The Caribbean breeze

In coconut hall

I'm not

a leopard who can change his spots

On command, on the spot

But now it's too hot

now,  let's live

not sigh

In coconut hall

self

 Burning in the reef

Of self-actualization

I fell asleep in the belief

In self-unification

When all my parts 

Fall into place

Like self roomification 

And I enjoyed the windowshelf

Like Chagil illustration

To move and not be moving

To hold and not be held

The emptinesss of compartmentalization

Doors that open to hell

Negative feelings are like a prison

That contain the moon and the stars

And they try to break through the glass ceiling

But instead they smash through the living door

I asked for a long glass of water

And the builder who was building the floor

To get up from where I sitting

To go and colour the South Russian war

Isn't genocide 

See-through

Aren't my aliens more

Than the dogs in the yard where

 a barcode

tells them that nobody's there.

Business of the Gods

 Oh tragicomedy of a business

When at the foot, the soldiers march

Pulling the great bull

for the offering

Pulling the fatted calf

Up the ramp of the pyramid

To feed the Great God Ram

And after all that work and sweat

You realize you have little recompense

For such labours or tolls

The man in the sky ain't counting that high

And the sheep in the deep vally fold

Go running and bleating

Because it's all self-defeating

To try and kill off your soul

With work so demanding

That the bodies your handing

Over are your own at the end of the role

I could have killed

And Yet I control

Such urges as the splurges

Of profit and loss

To not giving a toss about

What the Rich men stole

As they live on the yachts

Or court tennis or squash

In their white plimsoles

But keep me from going under

The thunder of Thor God of War

Keep my head on the stave

Of no buy but save

For it's the inalienable right of Mars

To blink like a beacon in the stars