Trains in Spain

 The trains in Spain

Crash mainly on the plain

Now why is that?

The dragon in my chimney

 Time is rotting space away

I wish I could stay

time is a rabble

There's a dragon in my chimney

Saving face at break of day

I wish I could stay

But I have to travel

Peaches and nectarines

Summer fruit from afar

And I am an equestrian

Person standing at the bar

The bores and the idiots

Have removed to mars

But the floating cool ones

Oh those who make life

Look easy, oh those endlessly

Confident and interesting

When Spanish runs out

But never the stout

Oh to be among that number

When the saints come marching in

Comedy

 Sat through a comedy

It's all such a fucking comedy

But at least they're trying to be funny

Sending themselves up on stage

Playing the fool,

It's a reason to live after all

But they weren't that funny

Even the werewolf compere

Who wasn't meant to be funny

As a foil

That somehow elevates the comedians

Above the level of the ordinary

By contrast

Even her

With her assassin's face

She looked like a Rebecca

As unreachably attractive

As any I've known

Those who know their own looks

But perhaps

That's all they have

What a low down dirty mood I'm in

The coming storm

The waiting for it

And now it's here, wet and depressing

As if it will never end

How am I meant to make light of

Weather that wants to turn you

Into a slug?

I respect them these comedians

I don't find them that funny

But I respect them

Over-thinking

 I died of being sensible

They lived by being cruel

And not that it's defensible

But I'm going back to school

I need to learn that kindness kills

If not your health, then your thrills

It stops the natural order coming

The instincts aren't surrendered to

But replaced by rational thinking

Thinking, thinking where's that got me?

Down the street chewing toffee

Chewing on my cup of meat

Drinking down my coffee

Thinking, thinking it has scoffed me

Taken my time and torn it off me

Knocked me on my ass

Put my head through the glass

Mistaken the stars and moon for trash

Thinking where's that got me?

Oh to be free of

This need to look after me tod

Just a will to fill the stomach

Leaves the heart and genitals redundant

Nothing for them to do but fester

Then at some later time pester

You into action, but you'll survive

To live another day, or strive

Because whether we live or just survive

This is our lot and these are our lives

Try

 You say that it's the patriarchy

I say that it's the monarchy

You say that it's an oligarchy

I say it's a monopoly

Oh it's all just a theory

All just a pose

Position yourself in opposition

Of a loving dose

Give and take

But I can't forgive

Yet she says

It's better to act and ask forgiveness

Than to regret something

You've never done

I agree it's true

To try to live is better

Than never to try

And die

love traps

 I used to believe in love

But instead I see I'm in a power trap

I've fallen into the snare of

A woman who acts as a sly cat

You see that is feminism at work

The power dynamic shifted

Whether by subtle means and trickery

She has got her way

Behind all that must be feelings

But I am just a tool

For that achievement

A means by which she gets what she needs

In her own relationship

Extra leverage if you will

I've been naive it seems

And fallen for her innocent

Guileless demeanor 

When she is a cunning spider

In disguise

And I've been a gullible fly

Railway dreams

 I remember when we used to

cycle across the railway bridge

With friends

Down the road from Ashcott

And the walk through the glens

And hanging greenery

That was the woodland there

All is gone, or have I moved on?

What remains is just a memory

In my mind's ear I hear

The steam trains shuffling

Whistling clear

their boiler bellies puffing

And yet I know the end of the track is coming

And yet I know I'll follow it to the sea

Burnham and Highbridge

Try to launch ourselves

Across the Severn estuary

We have no chances

Just to be swept up

And drowned in the wash

Still there's the hope

We could catch a boat

And make it to Cardiff or Penarth

And we could keep going

Because the end of the line

Is so far off

Perhaps it's a lie

But it's a good one

I wish to tell myself

That we can reach the end

Of the rainbow

That there's a future

Worth thinking of