Dumbmoney

 In the cinema of certain dreams

Where the 'dumbmoney' themes

Retro-actively alert and stimulate

An already heightened audience

There are the pronstar couple -one black the other white

who begin kissing every

time the protagonist mentions running

naked through lightning with his dick out

The word dick is a activating one for her

for some reason

I shift uncomfortably in my seat as they are

directly in front

Then the young men who love a toke

Began to move when the young brother spoke

And smoked upon his big bong

Then the older couple who sat at the front thought

What have we done wrong

When the music with explicit lyrics came on

About sticking her pussy out and her bum

Or big ass pussy as in the American is common

And that's about the size of it for me

What people do for a thrill on  Saturday

In a public space

It seems the cinema theatre has become a stage for all the people

For whom they see on film the You tuber

Sway and cajole and persuade

With his engaging enthrall

And being brave

Well hey, we have been inverted in our culture too

You can see the couple who have watched too much porn

The internet grave

Or those who follow the dumb ass videos of 'retard' can I say?

They do in America, they do on the internet where nobody

stops them, where they ride the wave of popular opinion and reaction

And harbour dreams of being millionaires in shares

And stock options

Sticking it to the man

Like on the planet of the Apes

But can I say, I am still abhorred

By the extent to which people can gamble away

And put a squeeze on the hedge funds

Who short the stocks on the ordinary man

Working in the ordinary company

Which it bankrupts in the end

No wonder, I can understand

But the whole culture is one of greed

I deny these Robin Hoods are any more moral

Yet he says the system is broken

He is trying to equalize the struggle

The stock market should be open

For anyone smart enough to play it

Not only the rich few

Sure perhaps it is the land of the free

And the home of the brave

And he really did study the fundamentals

Of the company gamestop before investing

But the others did not, they just followed suit

And he lead them to change

Well the same thing happens to humans all over

And sometimes it works out

Sometimes not, it's all just a gamble

I respect the risk they took

Per se Perseus

 Per se perseus flying on Pegasus 

It's not the flying I object to per se

It's the dog food they turn me into when I've landed

That's why I stay aloof in the hoof

Up on the roof tops

Those are the proof stops I need

Just professor proof and Mrs lies the cat

She's always lying down

What an untruthful cat

Funereal Farce

It's what he would have wanted

A queue of traffic 500 m long

Down a narrow ridge road

With barely enough space for cars to pass

It came to pass

That as he passed

And the funeral guests arrived

The mourners in their Toyotas and Hyundais

In their Vauxhalls and their SUVs

In their Ford's and Mazdas and Minis

That the poor man who was the star of the show

Could not get to his own cremation on time

The hearse was blocked in

The hearse reversed, it shunted forward

Inch by creeping inch

At a snail's pace

Even slower than the slowest mourners

looking for the last parking space

And what is the world coming to?

When you can't even get to your own funeral for congestion

 Honestly

But it's what he would have wanted isn't it?

For all these well wishers, with tears in their eyes

And expensive looking suits

Setting trends in funereal fashion

To drive, all individually to his cremation

On the Mendip hills

Now that's using your head!

And who said tiredness kills

And as the body lifts and bends from the pelvis

As if to make one final point "and another thing!"

In the burning holocaust of the furnace

"Stop driving to funerals!"

Then as flesh melts from bone

and bone crumbles

The skeleton falls

Apart

And what advice he would give

Would we listen now?

No longer human in form

Perhaps once the flesh was willing

But the spirit?

Echoes

 And we are just echoes of a love

All childhood

The love of our parents

Is the first love

Then I was a child

Like an egg broken

The child grows up and tries again to

Be whole

Like a child again

Girl becomes a mother

In an echo of a woman

She once knew who loved her

The boy becomes a man in an echo of his father

And in echoes we ache to be loved

We ache to be this whole

But each vibration of life

Shakes us further apart

Stretches out our frequencies

If you're lucky you

Get on somebody's wave length

And love is an echo,

An oscillation

Until the adult shell breaks 

And the ego

Drifts

And childhood is everywhere

In dementia

The echoes of childhood are strong

As the love, the need for love again

Of the parents

Intransigence

 The yellow brick road

Yellow in the sodium of street lamps

Yellow orange in the saffron

Of Indian Restaurants

Where the beige curtain twitches with 

The interested interior

Friend or foe

Interloper or explorer

Back from the pub

On a night time's throw

Shepton in the red lights of traffic lights

Glows

Stop it says admire 'no-goes'

And standing still

And stationary waves

Like the stations of the railways

That say

Just stop

Do not pass GO

Unless Go straight to prison

For that is remembrance's rainbow

It's a kind of trump card, wild card

In the deck

When you get caught out for doing

What the heck

And your life just stops

In mid flow

On the railway tracks

Where nobody goes

Except your wife and children

Who follow you there

Then wave up at the prison bars

Or drink down in the square

Where else

What else to escape from this logic

Of intransigent history

That keeps you in its pocket?

But you must reach escape velocity

Eventually

No, anti-matter doesn't fall up

So neither can you despite how black

You may feel you must

reach for the stars

And generate momentum

It is who you are

In this space time continuum

Lords of the land

The water of the moors

Is a dragon's land

It is meant for 

The grey cloaked wizard Heron

and the white cloaked wizard Egret

These are the druids who commune with

the Nature Gods

Stare into black pools

Read in the brown tea leaved peat water

The signs of things to come

They know when to fly

And when to stand still

To catch the darting fish

Curtains

 The wind blows my curtains

That day has been lost

In times so uncertain

Hopes ghost trains tossed

From yardarms

The sails in the four winds crossed

And I've hurt my loved one

Though the paint work looked glossed

I cheer to the kettle

I stand by the bowl

Where my pain is like nettles

That stings as you scold

And the throat of a songbird

Is white and it's red

But feel so caged up inside my own head

Light hits the coffee cup

And its long shadow casts

The darkness of days

In a lost hour's glass

If you drink to my future

Well I drink to your past

Somehow we've been glued up

As by sutures to last