Frogs legs

 Choosing up to down

The flag of the misericord

Sighed in the brown

Dead bench

Of old tree

Finding out it was me

The tree

Laughed

he, he, he

Sitting on the ground

Looking at the stubs

The toes

Of paned glass

The friends with frog's legs

The French Hens

After sunrises

And nuanced noodles

Nabbled

In Nablos the Nurling neighed

The ambulances have a clean strike

Foreign Angels of Tax

May winged gild the lily

But still the frogs jump in The pond

And the toads are looking silly

Sittin under slime stones

That will make their homes

HMRC gives them loans

But toads are sitting pretty

Frogs are leaping here and there

About the trading ocean

Hopping uses precious energy

Hoping is their emotion

Panic in the French legs

Decisions

Hold their water

Who but Napoleon

The toad

Would have sold

Them off to slaughter

I'll call you Caine and I am Abel

I'll call you blood and water

First they hit you with a son

And then with an adopted daughter

Charging like the light brigade

The expressions on zoom

What is she thinking

Spelling out my doom

Like the woman on the bus

A witch with a broken broom

I wouldn't mess with thus

Therefore fills the room

Blue Swoon

 Mayhem,

But minor lease

Was given quarter

 Csallon, Sonne lemontina

Turner cancelled all her shows

Since David Bowie's whirligig

And fuchsias showered their spectral bigs

Bouncing flowers forceps swigs

On the pole of baron robbers

Out the empty streets of pants

Licking the corn stalks

Broken in ranks

Clapping pandas for the NHS

Give thanks to China for her

Sturdy banks

Enrolled the dirty dozen cousin

Rolling down the logjam

In the Mississippi

Which she wishes she misses

But she can't outflank the planks

And princes whose pincer movements

Draw orchestral keys in the dark

To unlock Takeshi's castle

Or Bankban, Orban Viktor's

Finger in the dam of certain consorts

And Jam desserts, or Just ones

And twos, his finger's turning blue

Like the Danube he clings to

And claims as his own

My truly befuddled friend

Calls option one

On the dial phone for Queenly resorts

And pizza

For for a king 

So Danube King come rolling back the tide

As Moses swallow your pride

Unless you can drink the whole sea

You better stop now

You can still say at least I tried

17 Elderflower street

 In the aftermath of sorrow

I heard the bluebird call

You will live again tomorrow

And learn in a new school

How can I borrow The green

From the trees

How can I learn to love

This land of miseries

Why must I shift my heart

Each time on downhill skis

Faster, going faster still

Into the maddening seas

Wishing I had a calm path

One not of trouble but of ease

Why must the light be balanced by the dark

The open field with the shadow's leas

upsala

 I sat upon the pavement

and set the world on fire

and anyway teach me

Bring back my desire

I sat upon the pavement

Brought the world a liar

You think are different

From the ones who went before

But you're only guardians of the fiery door

You step inside the building

Of the house that is on fire

And ask for a cool drink 

To quench your hearts desire

Exploding hearts

Fireworks are blowing up

Secrets from undercover

All in a day

Surprise

Once in a blue moon

Tears of Joy

Headless chickens

Electrical charges

Set off

The storm has passed

Septic tank

clear out

Love barrows

Red hearts

running

through

the quagmire

Then he will propose

to her

She'll say yes

He works on a luxury yacht

While she lives in it

Heart shaped fireworks

When they explode

Love flies off in all directions

Professional fireworks companies

Pyrotechnics

No mistakes tonight

A field behind

She is quite needy

Like a sheep

Asti Spumante - deeper colour

Keep your expensive Champagne

The riff-raff are having Asti

It's all about presentation

Dream aged seventeen

 Last  night I dreamt of antlers

They were balancing in the air hovering

Like a plane the positive and negative effects of time

I searched a house in my dream

Looking for something from my childhood

And I couldn't find it

Then in a hole in the wall plaster

I saw a legoman

I picked it up and examined it

The more I looked at the face the more I saw my own

I was holding myself as a boy

Or as a plastic man perhaps

A toy man

I put the legoman back in the hole in the wall

Then at the bottom of the stairs I saw the stag

It turned away quickly and I rushed downstairs to follow it

It had disappeared

But there appeared another door I had not seen before

One down below into a basement, like a coal cellar perhaps

I opened it and walked down the stairs

The light was dim,

Some torches on the wall

Were flickering casting long shadows

The stairs seemed to be sandy and made of stone

And gradually I realized I was walking beneath 

What must have been a pyramid

On the cellar floor was a table with a desk lamp on it

I recognized it from my study in my old home

Then in the shadow of the corner beside the stone staircase

Came a groan and a chinking of chains

A dark figure was rising from a crouching position

"Who are you?!", I screamed!

But the figure did not answer

Then suddenly he lurched forward 

in an attempt to capture me with his arms outstretched

I leaped back in the nick of time and he missed me, but could

go no further forward on account of being chained to the ground

To all intents and purposes

The creature seemed a spitting image of Frankenstein's monster

Complete with bolts in his neck

Different pieces of men sewn together to make a whole

He was wailing and moaning

And I felt sure he would break free any moment

And tear me to shreds

I looked around at what was in the vicinity for a weapon

There were archaelogists tools for digging, trowels mostly 

and a spade

I picked a trowel and waiting my moment

I threw it like a dagger and it stuck in his heart

Count to ten

 When you get back in

When you get home

Will you count to ten tonight

Leave the dog a bone,

Leave the ringer off the phone

Will you count to ten tonight

Oh those leaping sheep

As the blackness creeps

And you begin to lose control

Oh the man steps in

When the ghost flies out

Will you count to ten tonight

I had a million pins

A million stars

They were tired of staying so bright

I said now count to ten

And then blew them out

Will you count to ten tonight