Mama I married a minotaur

 Mama I married a minotaur

I didn't mean for it to happen

I was muddled in a maze

Lost in a labyrinth 

And laid out legs a laze

Laying on a green plinth

In the supine summer haze

I could see the laser synths dancing in a daze

Suddenly from round the corner this mighty monster mosied 

Utterly unconscious like a bull that do si do sied

Like a Buffalo his head horny on the corners

I was like a child then a little Jackie Horner

Eating up my curds and whey anyway day dawner

Dreaming thought I, I find my way back out of this muddle

Then a misstep put my foot back into a puddle

The splash it woke the Minotaur who tore around the corner

And chased me around the bush and hedges of the rosey thorner

He chased me to the stone ledges and down to crypts and mourners

I felt I was in purgatory, that I was history a goner

But then the pearly gates did open Sunlight upon us shone her

Sacred light, from deep midnight and the shadows showed a stunner

Frozen in the light the Minotaur did harden

Until his teeth bit the dust of his girdled garden

I looked up to see Saint Peter and I begged his pardon

For disturbing him at his prayers outside bardon bardon

Don't come to me with your grief Said Saint Pete the rock

All things are built upon my shoulders church and world clock

The hands of time a resting heavy on my shoulders I weigh each

Minute in my hands as Atlas lifts his boulders

And Hercules did find him and pushed over the pillars of the Earth

And it tumbled into free fall, as it rumbled like a tree tall

In a forest with noone there to see it, does it really happen,

Did it ever trick us? Is it that I am dreaming? Did the Sunlight trick us?

Then the Sun was hidden behind a moon tide cloud

And the Minotaur came alive as an animal wild and loud

Roaring like a lion, howling like a banshee

lathering at the lips, growling and a gnashing he

Said hello nice to meet you my name is Sanjee

I've lived in this maze for many a long day, a thousand maybe 3

Could you spare a while and give a smile to poor old wicked me

I said sure why not Sir, you seem like a reasonable fellow

At first it's true, I was afraid of you but now I see you're quite mellow

Lets discourse on flag and horse, let's discuss the matter

Of the Sun and moon and tides and have a little chatter

How does one make small talk with a Minotaur in his lair?

I asked myself, but no need he dwelt, quite within God's care

It seemed he did like fiction and the works of Agatha Christie

And So I started on Poirot and whether he thought him Christian

He said my, my indeed I do, but I thought him Catholic too

Are you of course, a Jesuit, or Orthodox or Jew ?

He said no I'm from Crete, I said a Cretin? that'll have to do

So the very next May we were married, we Honeymooned in sunny Majorca

And for a Minotaurus Majorca was a major orca

Well a killer whale or part quail, but either way quite awkward

For he couldn't fail to show his tail and that way the press caught us

We were in every magazine From the Aegean to the Balkans

The man is free to be who he wants to be God taught us

But not if you're mother's Pasiphae and your Father's a taurus

Perhaps the Zodiac doesn't stretch that far and anyway astrology is naught-ass

 She was just a milk maid who went to milk the herd

But she went a bit beyond the pale you might say

When she milked the bull while he was making hay

And got the horn in a way quite unheard

But that was what little bird told us

Anyway you can't help who or what you love

And the heart wants what makes the heart jump

It's a matter of time and a matter of grace

And if in the night the bed bumps

Let's hope you don't fall on your face

But nothing can be worse than being stuck in a place

That you can't get out of so you have to erase

The maze

And start on the straight lace road

Pilgrim

Whether you married a monster or a miller

a mobster or a killer, a he, she, it, her or him

Pronouns don't count as what lives within

And under the thick or thin skin 

Be grateful for the chance of love

And to live on the wing

Strawberry fields

 Well the time came again

That a train visited the hills

The train of volunteers

Driven by their common wills

Through

Long forgotten glades

Fields of silver

Fields of gold

Fields of bronze

Fields once sold

Now bought back again

All for the train

All for the memory

All for the future

All for the history to be

Tied up like sutures

Never leaving a loose end

Never knowing what's round the bend

Or down the tracks

The strawberry fields forever

snippets and swathes

 Slashing through the teasel

The herb Robert and the thistle

Laying low the nettles

Living and dead as a steam whistle

Stalks and blades

And crunching like a samurai sword

Through baboo

Gone the days

Of Railway glades

But the thought remains

It's true

Sh sh go the sibilant slashers

Sh sh go the wheels on the tracks

Sh sh she says

Hush hushing the railway backs

hiss, hiss go the "S's" of pistons

clip,clip go the volunteers' snippers

What use is all this now?

Hush the railway line

Life on the line

 Johnny's on the line

He's getting no sleep today

They don't like you for your personhood

They call themselves the Robinhoods

The Forest rangers

The track defenders

But the fruit gets squished in their grips

As insult off their red lips trips

They'll use you on the Strawberry Line

They'll take your body and soul

They'll tie you down and wait

Until across you bicycles roll

Don't go and sell your body

For the price of their coal

The respect you'll earn, will not burn

Hot enough fires in your soul

They talk in their drivel

Of self-aggrandizing fame

To keep alight their own torch bright

While the light house is aflame

Everyone wants a beacon

A dream in which to believe

Come and be a follower

You might give but you won't receive

Not unless it is their scorn

From the early morn until the Eve

For their crown of thorns

Is always worn

whether borrowed or whether thieved 

Statues of you

 If I were a man of stone

My sin would go, I would atone

You could stand me up upon a plinth

In praise of my mighty, heroic stints

But I never meant to be just so

In life I was of flesh and bone

And weak moments had I many

I'd be a millionaire by now if I had a penny

If I were a man of glass

You could throw a stone

And I would pass

All shattered into pieces

Lying on the grass

If I were a man of glass

If I were a man of grass

You'd grow me up

In your fields vast

And crop me down

In swathes of your sythe

And lie me flat in waves of lives

And each life you'd gather up

thrash my corn and fill your cup

If I were a man of wood

Well no that would do no good

You'd chop me down

With a swing of your ax

Lay me on the river of your tax

Float me down to build ships and dams

Then I'd be shipwreck or a log jam

So I am a man of metal

You've turned into a robot kettle

I boil up I boil down

You switch me on and off and frown

This metal man talks so funny

Let's buy another with our money

Throw him on the scrap heap of dreams

Discarded, washed up in life's streams

Come and show me an element of what you are

Be it a cow or elephant be it lion or jaguar

We all are made up of parts,

All are pieces of another

So when you think that you won't fit

Just remember your mother

She had you for some reason

Though I can't think what it is

It surely wasn't to make money

As that seems but a swizz

Perhaps it was to be funny

Perhaps to drink some fizz

It seems that some only wish that honey

Were made of swiss cheese and is

So don't stand me up and make me last

I am not a hero who lived in the past

Were they ever as big as their myths?

It seems to me something's amiss

Believe it or not

 He's the Robinhood

With his band of Merry Men

All Working in the wood

And as I write my pen

A felling they go like Jacks

Fighting Giants that them surround

In their Castle towers

With horse and fox and hound

Farther off is Maid Marianne

She's tied to a railway track

And her bold Prince Charming

Is racing to save her, breaking his back

Nearby is the Sheriff of Nottingham

They've been fighting him off, still

But he won't let them across his land

Not until they settle his bill

But a toll road is not quite what they had

In mind

So they'll levy a tax upon the rich

To give back to the poor in kind

Oh we're living in a fairy tale

It's a land of make believe

That all this stuff could be made up

You better hope Merlin's got 

Something up his sleeve

And King Arthur is riding tonight

With the goats and the Fairies of Neve

Because it's time to vote folks

Between the mirror and smokes

It's the Election of Midsummer's Eve

Oberon is winning in Hungary

Puck is Warlord I believe

Ariel has got her hair stuck in the drier

And is blowing hot air over Steve

The Astronomers would not believe it

For they had stars in their eyes

And could you  Adam and Eve it

When God heard that Jesus had died

Everyone wept in their tombs

Everyone even sad I

Eye had tears in his bed

But it was better than stick in his eye

Fly, fly went the moon

Fly went the moon in the sky

Honey I think I shrunk the moon

When I turned the telescope on the sly

Not much could be seen of the drunk sun in the sky

The summer already had stunk like a skunk after it'd died

So I banged my head and went to bed

And hoped it was a just a big fat lie

A lot of changes

 Change is in the air

Change for good or bad

Change it isn't fair

But it's all we've ever had

I am going to change you

You will change me too

Nothing we can do

But you know it is true

Change in the weather

Change in pressure

Change in the politics

Change is made to measure

Change in money

Change in Church

Change in possession of confession

Change is ever funny

Change can be scary too

Makes you think you're drunk or dizzy

Standing at a great height

Looking over all of this makes me wonder

If I might

But stress is a deceiver

Plays on the body and mind

Brings you over the limit of sleeping

Brings you a bundle of weeping

Brings you roots and nerves

Brings you pain

That keeps you leaping

Up the next grapevine

Chasing after a rumour

That flits like a bird

Rumour bird keeps on speaking

Change is good just a matter of time