Poems

Warning there is occasional foul language in a few poems, also many of these poems were written a long time ago, I am not the same person, being now happily married.

I would suggest that you finish any readings with one of the more positive ones for there is a lot of negative emotion going on in a lot of them, and I don’t want you leaving here depressed.

Fine and warm tomorrow 16/10/2023

Meat and three veg for dinner
And Monday's news in on TV
But it's all war and woe
And I think to myself
It's a horrible horrible world
If you're an ethnic minority
But it's fine and warm tomorrow

Meat and three veg for dinner
And Tuesday's news is on TV
But it's all war and woe
And I think to myself
It's an awful awful world
If you're in the wrong country
But it's fine and warm tomorrow

Meat and three veg for dinner
And Wednesday's news is on TV
But its all war and woe
And I think to myself
It's a dangerous dangerous world
If your skin's the wrong colour.
But it's fine and warm tomorrow

Meat and three veg for dinner
And Thursday's news is on TV
But it's all war and woe
And I think to myself
It's a terrible terrible world
If you're living below the poverty line
But it's fine and warm tomorrow

Meat and three veg for dinner
And Friday's news is on TV
But it's all war and woe
And I think to myself
It's a cruel cruel world
If you are disabled
but it's fine and warm tomorrow

Meat and three veg for dinner
And Saturday's news is on TV
But it's nearly all war and woe
And I think to myself
It's an abominable abominable world
If there's no one there to help
But my team won their game
And it's fine and warm tomorrow

Meat and three veg for dinner
And Sunday's news is on TV
But it's back to all war and woe
I see emaciated bodies lying in the streets
I see nation fighting nation
They're really saying I hate you
I see wild life being brought to the brink of extinction
I see pollution and ugliness everywhere I look
I see little children crying in the streets
And I think to myself
Unless you're white or wealthy
It's just not a nice world at all
But it's still fine and warm tomorrow
CONTROL  31/12/2022

Deepening distopia
So many lines crossed
Craving superficialities
Where cruelty is rewarded
Chasing pointless dreams
So much need
So little help
Shriveled soul
Perpetrated misery
Entrenched poverty
Unrepentant pillaging
Rapacious greed
Sterlilized Oceans
Denatured lands
What have we done
Hellification
Raging fires
Disastrous droughts
Ravening floods
A gloomy doom
Economic refugeees
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Disingenious politicions
The power and the greed
Unfixed problems
Rampant corruption
The grim reaper is laughing
As another war rages
Will we ever learn
To live and let live
Commonly senseless
Brutally desensitised
Desolator escalated
There'll be no sequel
No reprieve
No reprise
Because extintion is forever
Our behaviour makes it inevitable
The stubborn refusal to change
To work for the greater good
Fears and angers
Reprisals and revenge
Until the sticky bloody end
My tears they fall on hardened ears
Quagmire of frilly frothy fripperies
Swamped by dissatisfaction
Narcissistic frivolity
Shallow dreams
Small minded fools
Along the white line of normality
All part of the problem
As thunder rolls around the world
There's no respect
That I can detect
Battered wives
Shattered lives
Indiscriminate planet rapers
Irresponsible ravers
Just a short quick look at ourselves
Shows we're all part of the problem
Mountainous problems
Chasms apart
Unfathomable rifts
The deep divide
East versus west
Rich versus poor
Us versus them
Me versus you
Control thyself
Another closed door
We're all on the pooh
Shitting in our bed
Pissing on your head
Life in the red
We're all dead
We have eyes
But fail to see
We have brains
That are fiiled with mush
All the wrong stuff
Meaningless fluff
Into perpetuity
Until it's too late
It's too late
The damage is done
I can't see any light
Not enough fight
To end the blight
Coal fired foolishness
Damaging the future
Money inspired idiocy
Blinkered and blinded
We blithely sail over the edge
Woshippers of the almighty dollar
We stride confidently through the gates of death
Our wasted souls ablaze with hubris
Humanity control thyself
OBSCENE ANTHROPOCENE 3/3/2022
 
I wear a furrowed brow
For the here and now
East or west
Jew or Arab
Russian or Ukrainian
We are one species
We’re on one planet
There is no black
There is no white
There is only blood
Perceptions
If the common man refused to fight
There’d be no war
Imagine that
Complacently complicit
It takes effort to be good
To do what’s right
For the strong to refrain
Refracted thinking
Empathy shrinking
Carnage in the field
Assassin’s bullet
For the despotic fool
Bullies aren’t reasonable
Unfettererd power will always damage
Insatiable
Unstable
Spiraling into another conflict
Careening down the wrong path
This will not end well
This obscene Anthropocene
This creation of man is flawed
To its rotten core
It’s aesthetically unacceptable
Crippling
Deadly
Hate for the next door neighbour
Hate for people that hurt
Hate for father
Hate is unhealthy
It destroys the soul
There’s a lot of soulless people out there
Hate for the other political party
Hate for the other religion
Hate for the other country
Hate for the other race
Hate is dangerous
It destroys the world
There’s a lot of destructive people out there
Hate for Hitler
Hate for Stalin
Hate for Trump
Hate for Khamenei
Hate for Putin
Well okay
Some hate is justified
They have encouraged hate en masse
They have justified their destruction
They have completely lost their soul
And made others pay the price
Cauterize the cancer
End this madness
This malignant malaise
Choose to be good
Choose to do what’s right
AND SO IT GOES


Too many people teaching intolerance
Since the first club was formed
Not enough people thinking right
Not enough people thinking at all
Like bleating sheep
They follow the party line
Chanting party slogans
Perpetuating poison
And so it goes
And so it goes
Are you thinking logically
Are you living humanely
It could be a beautiful world
So much cruelty, pain and suffering
Are you rationalizing your part in this destruction
Empathy is a universal necessity
I want and I don't care about the consequences
This human race is concluding
Are you proud of the world you're helping to create
What?
The truth has been occluded
You have been duped
You are being used
Pacification by consumerism
A most unsatisfying religion
The strong get what they want
When personal gain is the only aim
Planetary bullies
There is no place left for wildlife
There's more plastic in the ocean than fish
Endless development covering the world
Endless monocultures destroy the habitats
Our greedy mouths are suffocating the globe
There's no room to breathe
Amusing ourselves to oblivion
Our quality of life is not sustainable
Functional unfairness
Instead of coming together
Will we ever learn
Business as usual
Are we improving?
No
Is the plight of our wildlife improving?
no
Are we reducing population pressure?
No
Are we improving fairness? 
No
Tribalism must end
We are all of us...us
Expect respect
There's no excuse for abuse
Does any government care more for its people than itself?
No
Today an ardent protestor
Tomorrow anther fat cat
Are we saving our forests?
No
Is the world fair for all?
No
Is there enough care out there?
Is the world less fractured?
No and no
And covid, like some onerous corvid
Is gnawing at the back of my brain
Why are there still wet markets selling misery
When the dangers are well known
Another pandemic is inevitable
Mother Earth is the keeper of life
Not a resource
This fractious combative species
Is slowly being torn to pieces
Ignorance
Ambitious opportunist
Marching to the discordant beat of the wrong drum
Xenophobia
Evil externalized
Wild eyed and lost in the maze
Another dead end craze
Entrenched distrust
Rabid consumers
Unsustainable users
Planet wide abusers
The world is suffering for the privileged few
Business as usual cannot go on
Let me assure you
Greed is not good
Be the difference
Emergency!
Emergency!
Emergency!
We're caught in a feedback loop
Lethal coop
Crisis? 
This crisis!
Earthwide alarm
Hello?
Is anyone listening?
Temperature loops
Temperature cliff
Storm loops
How big a disaster is it going to take?
Wake up world
This is serious
It's time to get unsettled
It's time to get serious
Regreenificitation
We're living in platitudes
This is the wrong attitude
This is urgent
This is dire
Our world is on fire
This is no good
Here a devastating flood
There a caatstrophic drought
There can be no doubt
What it's all about
A world full of unhappiness
Entrenched foolishness
Like irresponsible children
Lusting after what we shouldn't have
A rampant perversion of values
Hateful ideology is a waste of life
Life is a series of unfair events
A world full of insecurities
Fears
Fripperies
Abstracts on the TV
Cloistered from the horrors
The cracks are opening wider
There will be no place to hide
As the mouth of hell is opened wide
Are there less guns in the world?
No
Is there more equality in the world?
no
Have we gone a step too far?
Yes
You can justify any way you like
That doesn't make it right
That doesn't make it good
Money is power
Power is money
Money is inanity
Power is insanity
These golden cows we still pursue
Devolving
Degenerating
Destroying
No self restraint
No self respect
Nasty politics
Godless criminals
Soulless corporates
Incontrovertible decline
Do you hear the death knell yet?
So many bad decisions
Spiritless men act in the name of God
As the world gets more ugly
Another abominable human takes power
A system is only as good as its administrators
I am not fooled
I see the facile fiasco
Discordant aria
Take a look around you
Superficial fixes
Kicking cans down a dead end street
Justifying anything in the name of money
Are you thinking of the greater good?
I see the shallowness of our empty hearts
Whilst we fill our wallets with death
Inner peace is unattainable
Too much noise
Annoying asides
Noisome crowds
Just don't get it
Worry face
Extinction pace
Isn't devastation already here?
It's only going to get worse
It's only going to get worse
It's only going to get worse
You can't buy beauty
That's all you need
Extinction is forever
How many white rhinos are there?
Pangolin exploitation
A hundred thousand trawlers
Over consumption
Unsustainable production
A life of insecurity
Disenchantment rife
What was once a beautiful world
Is no longer
This was a perfect planet
Society is sickening
It's every man for himself
Pathetic politics
Alcohol uncivilises
Meth is death
So many things are wrong
So much damage
Not enough people care
We're fiddling around
Whilst Rome is burning
Wasteful overusers
Absolute planet abusers
And yes it's getting worse
And so it goes
And so it goes
Until it's gone
Extinction is forever
Do you understand?
Extinction
Is
For
Ever
I’M NOT A RACIST BUT…           22/8/2020
 
Unconscious racial bias matters
Do I hear you think
I’m not a racist
But I don’t want them living next to me
Inclusion matters
Charles Floyd mattered
I’m not a racist
But I don’t like them sitting next to me on the bus
History matters
Rosa Parks mattered
I’m not a racist
But they are different aren’t they
Justice matters
Emmett Till mattered
I’m not a racist
But they’re not as smart are they
Amazing Grace matters
Barack Obama mattered
I’m not a racist but
They’re just not as responsible are they
Segregation mattered
Greenwood Tulsa mattered
I’ve shed so many tears for those coloured roses
Whether Jews or Arabs
Catholic or Protestant
Latino or Chinese
Black or white
We all bleed the same
We all have the right to be
People matter
David Dungay mattered
The difference between us is so small
So pick up the placard of the night
Because racial stereotyping matters
Trayon Martin mattered
Michael Brown mattered
So many funerals of black people
Killed by white people
Killed by white cops
America burning again
The world on fire
Oppression matters
Divisiveness is death
Forgiveness is forever
Hate creates irrationality
White supremacy is a fallacy
Enough is enough is enough
There are no illegal immigrants to this planet
Bigotry is illogical
Criminally pathological
Inanely bleating sheep
Blah blah baah
Spitting forth their drivel
Hateful invective
A pack of deranged dogs
Baying for blood at any cost
Hate for hate’s sake
Love matters
Tolerance matters
What the world needs now is oxytocin sweet oxytocin
 

THE TYRANT IS DEAD 25/3/2020

The grown man can forgive

The frightened little child cannot

Nor the angry young man

The cruel tyrant is dead

There was no love

There was no repartee

There was no rapport

There was nothing

An impassive unimpressive

Pretence of a father

I can find no charity

Completely impassive to his death

No tear will be shed by me

The tyrant is dead

There was no love

The scars from his cruelty are deep

Only partially healed

And now he’s gone

I’m free from his burden

With no reconciliation

There’s now a dead end

The tyrant is dead

There was no love

There was no forgiveness

No mercy

No peace

There was no one I could turn to

The lonely little child

Unloved, unlovable

The tyrant is dead

There was no love

No child should be afraid to go home

No son should despise his father

I can still see his angry twisted face

As he tore me into little pieces

My mind my soul all frozen with fear

Day after day

Year after year

Like a cornered mouse

There was nowhere to run

No where to hide

So I hid within myself

The tyrant is dead

There was no love

Years of repression

Suppression

Oppression

Years of depression

Secession

Disaffection

It was my nineteenth year when I broke the yoke

Shattered the shackles

With the help of my good friends

I took my first steps towards self worth

So now I am an old man

The tyrant is dead

There was no love

But that doesn’t matter now

His power over me has long since waned

There now only remains the ghost

The ghost of a little child’s fear

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HERE AT THE END OF THE WORLD     30/4/19

And so the end has come

The web of life has collapsed

There is no water

There is no food

All our women are sterile

Here at the end of the world

Unsustainable destroying of the forests

Unabashed pillaging of the oceans

Uncontrolled consuming of the resources

Unrelenting damage to the fabric of life

Until the end of the world

We never did learn to care about the world

Too busy feeding ourselves

Just getting on with our lives

Ignoring all the warnings

Here at the end of the world

The scientists they pleaded

The greenies they implored

As our resources gradually dwindled

As the water wars gradually took hold

Here at the end of the world

Everything will die

Yes everything is dying

The genetic insecticide has seen to that

The poisoned water will see to that

Here at the end of the world

We never saw it coming

We just didn’t understand

That our doom was inevitable

Our behavior we never modified

Until the end of the world

The population pressures went exponential

The water wars that ensued were brutal

Poisoning each others waters

We never did learn to care about each other

Here at the end of the world

The genetic insecticide was a break through

But was released without enough research

So the cockroach will not inherit the earth

Now nothing will survive

Here at the end of the world

We created artificial intelligence

Wonderful machines designed to help us win

But they all closed themselves down

Understanding the damage they were doing

Before the end of the world

So now we are a feeble few

Scavenging over the wreckage of our civilization

Soon we too will perish

The feckless victims of our own foolishness

Here at the end of the world

We never did learn to care about anything but ourselves

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Everydayitis or
Miserere for the planet
 
Monday:
Weapons are for those who have not
To take what they have not earned
Be it need
Or be it greed
Building defenses
There’s prosperity in equality
There’s profitability in sustainability
Nationalism brings inequality, instability
We need one world one people
We need consensus
We need to care about each others futures
The impotence of the UN
We are not united
It needs to evolve
Into the grace of the WGB
Where no self interest has a veto
Where general good has sway
Where old enemies become friends
Tuesday:
What is the point of working for ourselves
Or even for our nation
We should be working for the world
This wonderful diverse world
Wednesday:
It’s a minefield out there
We are programmed to make selfish choices
We are programmed to make stupid choices
Our coping mechanisms are destructive
Is your head in the sand
Emotionally childish
Drug addicted losers
Thursday:
Justice is only for the rich
The poor just die
We think we’re so smart
But we can’t outsmart nature
Physics is immutable
We think we’re so special
A God blessed species
Separated from nature
But we’re just hedonistic users
Absolute planet abusers
Friday:
Technology is an intellectual vacuum cleaner
Sucking out the soul
Whether you’re rich or poor
You’re a slave to the system
And the systems are wrong
Eventually suicidal
There is no way to cope
Are you pretending 
Just ignoring
Hoping someone else will fix it
And all the while
Just being part of the problem
Unavoidably destructive
No matter what you do
What are you doing irresponsibly
Don’t kid yourself
Saturday:
Why are we still dealing in destitution
Luxury is offensive
The epitome of inequality
A plethora of pointless persuances
Jostling for your surplus cash
Let the good things grow
Let them grow
Every load of concrete makes the world a little meaner
Every tree chopped down makes the world a little poorer
It’s death by seven point seven billion cuts 
And counting
From rainforest to Palm Oil plantation
For cheap margarine
For cheap makeup
What choices are you making
Queues on Mt Everest
The destruction of the Amazon
We are a species on the brink of decline
And we don’t even know it yet
What percentage of smokers are climate change deniers
Alcoholics or capitalists
Despotic tyrants or politicians
All short term thinkers
With not enough incentive to look beyond themselves
We have crated a sick world
Sunday:
What trivialities are you embracing
Futureless alcoholics
Senseless smokers
A world of short term thinkers
Narcissistic nonsensensicles
Playing with the planet
Future deniers all
One day there will be no Monday
Yes your trivial life
Is a small piece in the jigsaw puzzle
Of the problems we've created
Survival of the fittest
Survival of the greediest
A world of bad decisions
Born of simple distrust
What owns your soul
Money or greed
Perhaps the pursuit of happiness
Or maybe just selfishness
The seven sins are still deadly
Though now seven point seven billion sins
Are unsustainable
Someone always has to pay
The buck can only be passed finitely
Too many people looking the other way
So now the sins are normalized
What once was wrong
Is now just a joke
But the symphony of sorrows
Is still perpetually perpetrated on the weak
Whilst the rest of us are insulated
With no rosy cheeks
A speechless mouth
Wax filled ears
We refuse to acknowledge the truth
A pack of mindless monkeys
Doing what is expected
Afraid to question the norm
Working in our ivory towers
Insulated from the damage we're doing
Who will pay the price
We are all of us guilty
To a greater or lesser degree
It's still death by seven point seven billion cuts
And the tipping point is not too far away
Do you feel inviolate
Within your insulated house
The tendrils of the world's pain
Are beyond your capacity for empathy
Can your soulless eyes really turn away
Can you dig your hands deeper into your pockets
Turn up the collar of your jacket
Against the coming storm
This pestilence is all pervasive
Particularly personal
With current trends
There are no amends
Who will cry for the death of the human race
Will God just wipe His hands clean
A wry grin upon his face
And start all over again
A better set of rules
Or a better set of players
Who don't forget to mean their prayers
A more compassionate way of being
Not a Sycophantic society
Dancing in the doorway to hell
Waltzing with an empty shell
All the sheets are torn
All the streets are worn
A dead end every one
So where are we going
You and I
Where are you going
I don't wanna dance no more

It was a high school dance
And I was dancing with this pretty girl
Now I'm no Victor Sylvestor
But I was trying my best
Then she asked me to waltz
I told her I couldn't
So she gave me the cold shoulder
I was hurt
I was humiliated
I became a wallflower
I don't wanna dance no more

It was a youth group social
And I was dancing with my best friend's sister
Now I'm no Fred Astair
But I was trying my best
I felt a tap on my shoulder
And a friend of mine cut in
She chose to dance with him
I was hurt 
I was humiliated
I became a wallflower
I don't wanna dance no more

It was another youth group social
And I was dancing with a girl I was in love with
Now I'm no Rudolph Valentino
But I was trying my best
I felt a tap on my shoulder
And a friend of mine cut in
She chose to dance with him
I was devastated
I was humiliated 
I became a wallflower
I don't wanna dance no more

It was a folk dance
And I'd danced all night with a girl I was interested in
I know I'm no Michael Flatley
But I thought we were having fun
At the last dance though a child asked her to dance
She gave me the cold shoulder
And chose to dance with him
I was hurt
I was humiliated
I became a wallflower
I don't wanna dance no more

It was my marriage day
And I was dancing with my new wife
Now I'm still no Rudolf Nureyev
But I felt at ease with her
I tried my best
Though I looked nervously over my shoulder
No one dared to cut in
So I wasn't hurt
I wasn't humiliated
But I still became a wallflower
And still I don't wanna dance no more

TREAD LIGHTLY  18/2/2017


Tread lightly upon the world

For it is terribly damaged

Tread softly upon the substrate of your forefather’s land

For it was they that raped and pillaged like there was no tomorrow

Tread gently in the footsteps of your only one

For it is time to heal this polluted place, this battered place, this shattered face

The time has come to about face

Or it will be the end of this human race, tomorrow

Tread carefully through this depleted mess, this minefield of choices, this chorus of wrong voices

Conspicuous consumption is out

Tread lightly as you go


A TWISTED EXPOSITION

Another night spent alone

Full of romanticies

Fantastic fantasies

Ten million hours

Pain and torture

TV and hate

Love in life

Poetic injustice

Malice

Towards who?

I hate stagnance

Who might glance

Take a chance

With such as me

Fold and see

Watch with glee

Wish to be free

Can you see me?

I hate you

I love you

Can’t work it out

Too large a snout

Pigs all about

Seen me yet?

Not a chance

I prance too much

All I need is love

Friendly companions

You should see me now

Oh and how

With plenty of ease

If I please

If you please

Dine alone

Walk alone

To the sunset

And yet

Oh what the heck

I think I need you

Not just one, you all

I need your help

I need your love

Who would give it

Unthinking

I can only promise to try

I’ve been alone too long

I’ve been too strong

And now I’m weak

And now I’m meek

As I need your life

This is more to the future

To the one who might

And not yet done

The hope of new life to come

In the Summer

I’ll be finished with hate

Finished with self pity

Finished with the devil

I need God’s love as yours

Dear, look

I’m wandering again

Because to know me

Is to feel my pain

See my torture

And touch my love

Who could do that?

My love lies battered

My heart lies shattered

A flattened mass of offal

There’s too much lard

Not enough gladness

Who would daunt

Not haunt

Who would save

Not enslave

Who would comfort

When the fog machines start

And not silently depart?

From the depths of my mind

On a filthy night

One might come

Sand castles destroyed

My armies deployed

My mind all void

Vacuum of helpless

Look at me hapless

Could you touch

And make me whole

Could you vouch

And save my soul

I lie in pai

Not a fake wane

Yes, a fake smile

I laugh but for a moment

I cry for ever and a day

A wanderers lament

But won’t you pray

And stay just one more day

Expoundings alone

Explainings all done

Leave me alone

I’ll do my own thing

And you do yours

And who knows

One day I just might

One day it just might

IN THE WASHING MACHINE 8/11/18

There’s sweat on my brow

But I ain’t working hard

There’s sweat in my eyes

There’s sweat on my thighs

And no matter what I do

My shirts won’t come clean

In the washing machine

There’s grit on my brow

But I ain’t working hard

There’s grit in my eyes

And grit on my thighs

And no matter what I do

My pants won’t come clean

In the washing machine

My socks are so smelly

My undies so rank

So no matter what I do

They won’t come clean

In the washing machine

The shower is ineffectual

A swim is brief relief

And I doubt I’d come clean

In the washing machine

THE TOWER OR ANYWHERE 7/12/77

Oh I had a little cry about an hour ago

And it went straight to my head

I’m tired and I want to die

I’ve been alone for too long now

There’s a river running down my face

And there’s my heart bounding down the lane

I seem so alone at twenty one

The thoughts just aren’t there

I just can’t adhere to any one story

And as they drift silently away

I sing me a long song

Think I’ll find me a tower

And throw myself off

Sometimes it seems unfair

When God leaves me alone

It seems not even He cares

I cried at work today

I’ll cry again tomorrow

Because there is only sorrow

The laughter quenched in tears

It’s been like this for years

They still know I’m mad

But no, I’m just so sad

I wish they wouldn’t leave me alone

To let my brain meander

My legs wander

My arms reach out to you my friend

My friend? Are you there?

Knock knock, go away

Knock knock, go away

I have no time

Knock knock, go away

Knock knock, go away

Go away

I must go away

Forever there to stay

Never return

God’s mansion will burn

Before I will return

Yet here I am

In a job I hate

With nothing to create

I’ve prayed to you God

But you’ve let me down again

Just like a V.R. train

It must be my brain

Though I cannot explain

My torture my torment

My demure my lament

A demise I despise and no reprise

No sunrise in prayer

I go on strike

Sit down for love

No one will raise my love

It’s high up above

I’m high up above

Look at me fly

My oh my oh dear

I think I’m drunk

I’m not up above

I’m in a deep hole

Though drink deserves credit

Of course ’till you’ve read it

Then you realize

That drink you had an hour ago

Went straight to your head

And I’ve no guts to go over

Now my head’s cleared

It’s two in the morning

At the top of this tower

The wind’s too damn cold up here

Down 7/8/19

My crakt and creaking fingers

Are reaching for the unattainable stars

These old bones have run their course

Too many things left undone

An empty underachiever

Scratching around the possibilities of life

Drifting into somnolence

Is this soiled soul enough?

Will this pool of blood pass the test?

Or am I just like the rest

Unrepentant I’ve done my best

Never have I looked at peace within

Nor where I belong without

My smile remains imperfect

Disappointedly eroded

Inevitably occluded

Fatalistically flawed

Mumbling my way through life

Oh joyless aching day

Just going through the motions

Someone has stolen all my ladders

Leaving only holes for me to fall through

You know that talk is cheap

There’s no one to help me out of this pit

This empty bottomless cup

Irrepairably damaged from childhood

I’ve always been unloving

Always been unlovable

Socially incapacitated

Alone

Wanting to belong

But lacking the skills

Devoid of porpoise

Dead in the water

The silence of the phone

An eternally empty inbox

I cannot claim that God has deserted me

He has never been with me

No matter how hard I tried

I could not find Him

All the doors have been closed

There are no miracles for the mundane man

The sky has fallen down

And now my glass is empty

I can only hope for a new one



IT’S RAINING!


Drip drop
Look it’s drizzling
Pitter patter
Look it’s raining
Roar!
Look it’s pouring
Drip drop
Look I’m wet
Pitter patter
Look I’m soaking
Roar!
Help! I’m drowning



REFUGEES 27/10/13

Say goodbye my dear

Say goodbye

I hear the sound of bulldozers snarling

Say goodbye to Aunty Ethel

She must die within her home

Say goodbye to mother Mulga

For she has sustained us well

Our homes must go to feed the humans

So that they can become fat and wealthy

Say goodbye my dear

Say goodbye

The bulldozer is almost upon us now

Say goodbye to Uncle Pete

He must die within his home

Say goodbye to father forest

For he has sustained us well

Our homes must go to feed the stock

To make the humans more fat and wealthy

Come, I can take no more of this

It sickens me to my soul

We must join the exodus

Refugees within our home

We will die upon the road

ANOTHER REGRETTABLE REGRESSION

OR DEATH IN THE S BEND

I’m no mister universe

But I’m under no curse

I know what’s important in this life

But no one else seems willing to give

I’ve struggled to do my best

But it always seems to end in strife

And no one seemed willing to forgive

Lord, what about the rest?

Disappointed

My wounded feelings stagger about

Searching for some sort of solace

I reach out my hand to you in need

I’m down on my knees, must I plead?

I’m pining for life that never was

Oh please Lord

Hurting

I’m a minuscule nothing perverse

Crawling about under a curse

Wallowing in self pity

I stumble around, banging into walls

Calling down empty halls

That echo into a void eternity

All seems black, dirty, soiled

As into depression, I’m sucked, embroiled

Lost

Time’s gone by now

I’ve had time to brew

Time to stew

Chew

Hew

Cut

Hack

Kill

Maim

Destroy

I hate you all

You careless insensitive people

You bastards

You fucked up my life

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Lord I am thoroughly pissed off with all these pretend friend people

Waffling all around the world like a pack of pregnant pineapples

Wreaking havoc and harm upon all that they touch

What am I supposed to do Lord?

I can’t fight the world

I can’t fight deceit

Nor selfishness

Or greed

I have no defense against users

Nor abusers

Or mindless pigs that barge their way through other peoples lives

What am I supposed to do?

Frustration

Angry pain

In my brain

Coursing, cursing

Sucking life from my soul

Love is a myth

Death

I used to believe in miracles

I used to believe in love

Nothing

And who has ultimate responsibility

Who do I blame the most?

Yes it’s you Lord

It’s you I loved the most

It’s you I tried to please

It’s you who hurt me the most

It’s you I hate the most

Bitterness

I’ve become a recluse

I’ve learnt how to survive

Damn it I’m still alive… somewhere inside

I’m tired of curve balls smashing into my manhood

So you can only touch my walls

Run down long abandoned halls

My feelings I refuse to bare

I don’t dare care

A product of an isolating society

Where sensitive souls get tromped on, used

And lonely hearts get sucked out, abused

The forgotten refuse

Decrepit

Discarded

Empty

I trusted her with who I was

So she stomped on my soul

And flushed me down the toilet

But I got stuck in the s bend, you see

For years I’ve been slowly drowning

Dodging bits of pooh

Ah! So you think it’s funny?

Sitting there all bright and sunny

But can’t you see my fingers

As they reach out my last gasp?

But no

She croons a last goodbye

As she presses the cursed lever

She’s out there you know

Fear

With cool unconcerned eyes

Icy indifferent heart

Fairy floss pretend friend games

Selfdetermined steamroller

Bulldoze my heart aside

Gimme this but not that limitations

Gently caress a tender cheek

Bash her to senseless death

I love you, NO!

Wild emotions

Struck dumb

Battered mania

Mega phobia

I need you

Stay away from me

Confusion

Says she wants to be friends

GAAH!

I feel like I’m scrabbling around in the shadows

In sight of the deepest of blue oceans

Her loveless laughing lingo

Baying like a mad dog dingo

Shit

I’ve gone too far again

Vespers is quietly playing in the background

The irony is too much

I can’t go on like this

ZERO 8/4/18

People pursuing pointless amusements

Contribution to the betterment of society

Zero

Work play eat sleep

Is that all there is?

Work play eat sleep

Drifting

Work play eat sleep

Sum total of achievements

Zero

GLOWING LIFE

Lying low

Laying low

Life flow

Low

Fly low

Flawless flying

Flying low

Flirting flitfully

Flying low

Glowing flow

Life flow

A LESSON IN A NIGHTMARE 15/9/78

Thrashing bashing

Fumbling crumbling

Slip stumble

To the hills I’m tripping

Got to find a town

Got to find some help

The bottom for a drink of water

Cool splash in a deep dark delve

Oh it’s so dark down here

Climbing groping

Reaching grabbing

Slowly hoping

For the top I’m probing

Got to find a track

Got to find some civilization

On hands and knees

Threading through thick trees

Not daring to leave the track

That was once so fine

Decisions on which way to go

With a mind I know not clear

Hark! Is that a car I hear?

By the light of half a moon

So buggered am I

Wandering on and on

For so long so dry

So cold, now not so bold

I try to figure out why

But there’s no room for tears

as along a track I trundle

For hours a robot crundle

Until the end of the track

I sink into slumber

Frozen stiff I awake

Like a hibernating snake

I begin to shiver and shake

Back to the car I must try

Up an endless mountain so slowly

Every inch a painful step

Resting until too cold

A howling icy wind

Snow lies scattered here and there

On a pitch black night

My friend the moon no more

Not much energy in store

Sleeping when I dare

To wake up still there

Slowly treading

Fumbling frozen hands

A black track

Black trees

Black stars

Trip and fall

Resting where I fall

Whirring head

Wishing for my bed

Wondering will I return

Still plodding on

Left foot right foot

For so many miles

How many more?

I promise not to do it again

O God help me out

Loosing the track

But finding it again

Numb left side

From a piercing wind

Thought I recognized that!

I’m lost but I’m not

All so disjointed

Still left foot right foot

I’m gonna get back

Gotta get back

Got no mind

After twelve hours

Mechanical left, right

Gotta get back

CANNED 28/3/77

I love the mountains

The seas, the breeze, bees and trees

I love to drive all day

Just to watch the wedge tailed eagles play

Soaring through The Grampians

Then camp by the waterfall at Wannon River

That’s the real me uncanned

I love to walk upon the seashore

Alone, forgotten, desolate sands

The sandpipers on Picanini Dunes

Then sit and day dream

That’s me too, uncanned

I love the breeze on a tall still hill

Cools the face as I plod on and on

Hiking up Mt. Mary

Then sit at the top and day dream again

The bees the trees I love them all

Just sit and stare

At nature so bare

Then I get home

And I see my friends

I love them all too

I have too few I think, too few

At night as I lay on my bed

I lie and daydream once more

But day dreams it seems

Are not enough

Because the real me needs more

I don’t know where

But I know it’s there

It’s true I care

I’m hurt I think

More than I know

The words don’t flow

In pain once more

Of needs I’ve lost

Seeds I’ve tossed

Scattered around

Abound and floundered

Around and grounded

To the beach

So beautiful

The girls so fair

So bare, all hair

I do care

The night so clear

Thoughts all blurred

A burr in my eye

Will not recede

Proceed undaunted

Account preceded

Needed, pleaded

No, go away

Muscle men are near

My Lord I fear

Protect me please

From my Eagle

On top I need

Oh please, on top

The air is so clear

No one is near

I cry, sit and cry

I feel, I care

My thoughts are bare

No one to catch them there

Fly high o eagle

Till no one can catch

Then crash to the earth

A sob of self pity

Sandpipers cheering

Cleaning repairing

Despairing at life’s unknowns

Birds have not flown

Jeering, jeering, always jeering

Laughing and clapping

Disappear all disappear

Maybe my head will clear

Again no one is near

My self is contained

Cannot let out

To flit all about

No one can see me

As I hide away

‘Tis doomsday

Too close

I feel remorse

The fog machine, always machines

So unnatural

We’re all unnatural

Once more my thoughts

Myself, canned

Looking in all the wrong places


Each morning as the sun begins arising
I look to the west for the bright sun dawning
Day after day I search in vain
Once more she hasn’t come again
So as the dark clods gather
I wander home alone
Never did the sun emerge to meet the rivalled gloaming
I forged ahead with hopeless tread
Despite the fevered warning
All the dreamy fantasies I wrought
They’ve all come down to nought
A germ a gem a seed exterminated
A desperate need forever terminated
With mine enemies I’ve fought
At least I think I thought
This is all getting too fraught
Think I’ll retire unto my fort
I’ve come up short
Is there an off switch somewhere
A reset button perhaps
but no
It’s just another grey day
Cloudy with not a chance
Of a meaningful romance
Looking in all the wrong places
At all the wrong faces
Running all the wrong races
Always coming last
Another loss amassed

THANKS 10/8/82

For reasons of poetry

For reasons of poachery

For reasons of munchery

That is crunchery at lunchery

I thank thee very muchery

For reasons of slumbery

And peaceful sleep dreamery

 

ANOTHER LOVE EATEN

I’ve tried in every way

To try to catch your eye

But you always turn away

My thoughts between my head

My head between my knees

And there it seems to stay

I’ve taken the bread

Drunk wine upon the trees

And in the end I pray

My birthday wishes were for you

My nightly prayers are oft for you

If you wish I’d die for you

But it always seems for blue

And none of it comes true

A cold wind blew

No end for my tunnel

It must be round the corner

Poor little Jack Horner

No plum, no thumb

Nutty, neurotic

Spasmodic hate

My love I ate

 

FOUR WHEEL THRIVING 29/6/77

Mucking and trucking

‘Till the early hours

Totally thriving

On four wheel driving

Bumps and batters

Thumps and splatters

Laughing in the mud

A giant thud

Traverse a ford

Climb a mountain

And watch the waters roar

In the light of the full moon

Good friends, good fellowship

As we slip and slide

Drive and glide

‘Till the early hours

 

 

THE LAST GASP 21/5/16

In the dead of night I’m ascending the steps

Up there my mother lies dying

The fatal germs have done their job

With trepid steps I’m nearing the room

Her gasping breath awaits in gloom

The eyes are closed

There’s no one home

No more gin and tonics

No more cups of tea

The doctors have given up and all gone home to bed

Leaving my mother here for dead

And so her progeny are gathered, one last tear to shed

Upon my mother’s death bed

The spirit is gone

There’s no one home

No more breakfasts

No more afternoon teas

Her gasping breath belies her emptiness

Her person is gone behind those closed eyes

But the body lingers on gasping, gasping

For one last hopeless breath

But the doctors have all gone home to bed

You’re alone now inside your head

And soon now my mother you’ll be dead

We’re here to comfort you

We’re by your side

Let me hold your still warm hand

But it’s flaccid

There’s no response

The eyes are permanently closed

There’s only the gasping, gasping breath

As you draw closer and closer to death

We’ve all come to say our last goodbyes

Through weeping tear stained eyes

The only response is another gasping breath

The eyes are closed

The spirit is gone

What’s done is done

There’ll be no more smiles

No more good mornings

No more dawnings

No more sunsets

Just a few more gasping breaths

That’s all there is left of you

Your eyes are closed

There’s no one home

Let me hold your hand

Let me stroke your brow

Another gasping breath

Another tear is shed

Upon my mother’s death bed

 

THREE OF HEARTS UNTRUE 30/6/77

I think I’m afraid

To touch or feel

The closeness of a girl

My heart squirms

Stems from my youth

Love untrue

Thoughts in spite

Feelings trite

I think I might

Take a kite

Fly to the night

Once more a full moon

Wasted, untasted

My mother

I wouldn’t cuddle

All in a muddle

Too large a puddle

Of feelings tight

I sit and stare

Thoughts unshared

Feelings uncared

Face all marred

Body retard

A loose card

 

ALL STORIES HAVE A HAPPY ENDING

BOY, AM I GLAD IT’S NOT THE END OF MY STORY

Supernatural

Supercreator

Superman

Superwoman

Superchild

Superfather

Supermother

Superbrother

Superfriend

Superperson

Superlover

Superpatience

Superguidance

Superhumor

Superb

Jesus Christ

Holy spirit

God, I believe

 

THE CONTINUING STORY OF NO ONE 20/6/77

Love is finding the score is equal

Love is fighting a fight no one looses

Love is two minds at peace

Two hearts in harmony

A total acceptance

When you have love you’re fine

To drink brine and not drown

But when you’re all alone

Like a ship without a sail

A mind without a purpose

Living from day to day

Desperate floatings

A space so empty

Drifting to death

Painful sights, has no rights

Seen yet unseen

A sheen dulled to nothing

In a graying sunset

Sit and cry or watch TV

You’re not OK

The bees buzz fuzzily by

Yes, somehow that’s I

I’ve tried to be nice

Nasty phone calls

I’ve tried to be physical

Queer looks all over the room

A kick in the shins

No toothfull smiles

Persisting painfulness

Where’s my light

It’s gone again

Lost once more

In a jungle of girls

Sought and not found

Driven into the ground

Where do I go now?

To the stars?

To the hills?

No, I have no escape

A mind is impossible to rape

I don’t know how

I’ve watched the people who dance so smoothly

I’ve watched the people who talk so smoothly

I’ve sensed them all to rough for me

Do I expect too much?

I think not

For one day I know

It will snow

Not sleet

It will shine

Not soak

I will live

Not drift

So if you’re flitting by

Don’t look past me

Like an unshining star

Don’t walk past me

As if you’re blind

Won’t you stop

And take my hand

Show me the way

So I can open my eyes

Upon a bright sunny morn.

To feel the earth so warm

Then maybe, just maybe

I will wear a permanent smile

Upon my withered face

And put it back in place

I’m not all that vile

But I do seem to rile in pain too deep

Too much sleep I lack

So take me back

Whoever, wherever you may be

 

LOCKED AND CHAINED 12/7/77

A million good-byes

And they’re gone

The heater’s still there

Burning out its heat

The cassette wheels

Churning out their song

They’re all gone

Lights still bright

Stale cups of tea

A few forgotten biscuits

Lie crumpled on the table

There I stand all alone

It’s always the same

Day after day

When will it change?

And one person won’t go

Then I needn’t

Talk to myself

Walk with myself

Drink all alone

Think all alone

Thoughts prone

Disaster near

My head not clear

As if with beer

A luscious leer

Away I steer

To the back bush

Walk alone

The door locked and chained

My body lies unclaimed

In an uncertain hell

No words to spell

In the dungeons dell

An open courtyard

Washing lies cold

The stones so bold

I hate me

When I’m all alone

Cascading dreams

Of twirling creams

Pass sweetly by

And then I cry

A knock on the door means company

I sit patiently and wait evermore

They come in bundles

They leave in bundles

My thoughts they trundles on

And on and on and on

To the dreams so far away

And tomorrow’s another day

Might bring more cheer

More happiness and song

But always the doors close hard

The cassette wheels drone on and on

The light comes on whenever I switch

And the door always closes

No matter how hard I try

 

YOUR SHIP’S DOOM 9/5/77

I am a lonely rock

Stuck out in an ocean of pain and torture

Silent ships ram themselves to death

But what do I care

Slime and tears run off my side

Another twisted hulk

I have no need of friendship

Friendship only hurts

I follow no one

And no one follows me

I am the loneliest of rocks

Surrounded by menacing sharks

My smiles are lost upon the seagulls

Who stay only to shit upon my head

With a weary cry they fly

A passing ship beware my ugly head

A silent story read

But I’m all right, I have my bread

Ah look at me now

All you nasty people

I wear a head of prickles

would you dare to touch?

You know the way

But only one, to all my fortune

And who will be the next ship

Ha ha not one of you

You faithless chickens

Huddled all together

Safe and secure in little bundles of hate

You have an ugly fate

Who can caress my prickles and not get hurt?

Which one of you has enough dirt?

When will you have a spare shirt?

How can any one of you

Show the love I feel

For each and every one of you

Alas I am still a rock

You cannot penetrate

My thorns are growing

It hurts each time

you prick yourself

It hurts each time I die

My heart apart

In many pieces

All covered in

Human faeces

 

HOW LOVELY 5/8/77

How lovely is the flower

In its time of blooming

How lovely is the robin

As it flits upon the snow

How lovely is that snow

The purest white blanket

How lovely is the tree

A growing showing beauty is she

How lovely is the mountain

A rugged steadfast mass

How lovely is the lake

A shining mirror surface

On which to see your face

How lovely is the cloud

A fluffy floating paradise

How lovely are my friends

Not as lovely as you

How lovely is the sunrise

The break of a new day

How lovely is a smile

Well I’d run a mile

How lovely is love

It’s as lovely as you

And how lovely are you?

From the flower to the tree

From the mountain to the lake

You’re as lovely as they

But in a different way

 

TRAINS 27/4/77

Just sitting in my train station

Waiting for my train to come in

I’ve only been here for twenty years

Of course the train’s late

So here I am waiting for the lights to turn green

Watching the station attendants play with their girlfriends

Waiting for my train to come in

I look at the ground, filthy grubby yuck

I look at the air, filthy grubby yuck

And all the people, need I repeat?

Still waiting for my train to come in

Finally after forty days there’s a horn

A rattle, a bump, a squeak

A dilapidated thing lurches in along rusty rails

I look at the trash can, about as old, about as comfortable

So I’m standing in this thing as it glides along

Did I say glides, more like hiccoughs along

From side to side to side and up and up and down

I stumble and fall on some mice as they scurry by

Someone yells, a stomped on foot, one less standing

It jerks to a halt, someone screams, it’s his station

The door bursts open, two million people tumble out

One gets out, three million scramble back in

A convulsive leap and we’re moving

Well six hours later I’m standing in the train

Just waiting for the lights to turn green

Seen eight other trains overtake

But it doesn’t matter, we’re all late anyway

At last my station

I scream I yell, bite and scratch

Climbing over peoples heads, damn those mice

I fall upon the platform bag in left hand ticket in right

A burly attendant comes up to me

Demands my ticket

Wrong? It’s all wrong! Or am I?

Just sitting waiting for my train to come in

Back to my original post, back in time

About ten minutes later it rolls in

It’s on time, typical

Hopping onto a new silver

Reclining bucket seats

Ash trays in no smoking compartments

Expensive silent windows

We glide through the night

A jerk, we’re stopped, I swear

The driver apologizes

There’s been a derailment

I settle down to sleep

 

COULD YOU WOULD I DID YOU 16/5/77

Shifting feet

Trudge slowly by

Would you stop to help

But no

You break our heads

And smile as I die

A blindfold

The darkness you curse

Your feelings you nurse

And about me what do you care

You ask me to dine

In the presence of hatred

And a bare cold gets in the way

Then next week you visit alone

And come all full of smiles

To tell me your tale

Yet look into my eyes

And maybe you will stop

No

‘Tis time for me to fly

I stay here to long

My thoughts are dimming

My heart is screaming

With no one to answer my call

Come to my funeral if you dare

And you may see my peaceful face

And not my troubled gizzards

Like cold and evil lizards

I wait for another prey

To come their fruitful way

Ha! I’ll stop their woeful smiles

My face beguiles, riles in pain

Twisted torment, a fools lament

Behold, the hill of torture

Dare you to tread

On the grass so ugly

Would you smile

As knives pierce your heart

A bolt of lightning

My God it’s frightening

The sky is not brightening

The moon all gone

A shattered face

Grace, grace

Where’s my mace

And I’ll smash you to hell

No I don’t care if you stand in my way

I’ll smash you in the face

Out of my woeful lonely way

I cannot stay

Too many knives and claps of thunder

I see you with a smiling face

Envy a cursed vice

Lined in hate

I shuffle towards my fate

Link arms and come along

The grass is bound to be better

On the other side of life

Ha ha NO!

 

SANE RAMBLINGS

I’m not feeling too good today

Someone kicked my boot today

Someone took my hat today

And no one came to chat today

My conscience is all flat today

A momentary splat

And that’s that

No more laughing

All gone to grain

But the drums roll on

And she walks away

My head is bowed in May

Still, one day I’ll find my palace

Maybe I won’t be so callous

They’re all a pack of bastards

No feelings for a fool

For a momentary child

Who loves the wild

Who loves the mild

Would you stick your neck out?

Not a chance I know

I have no confidence

It lies with God

A squillion miles away

I’ve tried to walk the mirror

But people keep on shifting it

Jack Kresner

With a C and a K

But that’s not funny any more

Dampened by a lack of love

My heart’s to spare

There’s not much left of mine

It’s been chewed up somewhat

By people who couldn’t care

That’s neither here nor there

Pass an orchid and wonder in it’s beauty

Pass a beauty and wander quickly by

An orchid can’t hurt

Unless it’s thrown from a distance

Not one of us are Christians

Though we like to think we are

Because you just don’t care

Ho ho but beware

The magical snare

And as you fall into the pit

Watch out for my spit

Because no matter how far you shift

My little mirror

I know in my mind

To look out for reflections

 

NO 27/5/98

Empty promises

Empty words

Where is the joy in no

Where is the care in no

I can read between the lines

Too busy

Too tired

I can read between the lines

The carefully constructed no

There are no thrills in no

There is no peace in no

Can you read between the lines

Social suicide

Complete kamikaze

Death on the phone line

Letter bombs from hell

No

God I hate it

No

The final word

No

 

WITHOUT YOU 28/5/98

Like a bush walker with no boots

It hurts to walk without you

Like a car with no engine

I lack a driving force without you

Like an airplane with no passengers

There’s just no point going without you

Like the end of the day

The light goes out

The navigator seat is getting cold

There’s no one to take your place

The feather you kept is drying

Withering

Wilting

The green sweets sit waiting

Almost expecting to be eaten

It’s the little things I miss

The halo of your loose hairs

The flash of your beautiful eyes

The touch of your gentle hands

There’s no competition for the crunchy chips

There’s no one to snuggle close to at night

My heart doesn’t understand why you’ve left me

Why there’s no time to share with me

All of a sudden I’m not important

All of a sudden I’m alone

Nothing to share

Nowhere to go

Each new morning

Another gray day

My sunshine’s gone away

Forever there to stay

The bond is broken

I can find no glue

 

DEATH 1/6/98

Have you come to stalk me again

O Death thy sting is painful

There seems nowhere to run

Is it such a crime

To be in love again?

Again she has left me

Gone

With no compunction

No salve

No unction

My heart in chains

And so you come to haunt me

Jab at my soul

Haunt me in my sleep

Waking up exhausted

Dying through the day

Emptiness prevails

My very soul wails

Cries out in pain

Angry in eternal rain

And that dreadful specter

That phantom of fear

Crouching in the corner

Eroding my being by degrees

And so, here it comes

To drag me into the pit

Weakly kicking

The depths of depression

My love has died again

 

STILL A BULLDOZER 26/11/80

My diamond

My jewel

My bread and butter

Peanut butter

My lover

My wife

Someone lied

Said you’d make me a good wife

My passion fruit

My apple

My peach

Tangerine dream

Strawberries and cream

Someone sold me a lemon

I hung more than ten on your tree

Sore neck again

Bloody vampires!

Flowery campfires

Drowsy tall spires

Perched up on top

Gleefully swaying

Out of reach

Where hast thou gone?

Oh sweetness

Sugarplum

My heart is burning

Yearning, churning

Plum pie

Blue sky

In it bees drone

Don’t leave me all alone

Come home

My little caterpillar

Butterflies take time you know

And even cows have to sleep

 

THE TRAIN THAT STOPPED

Just seen a train come in

It carried no one but me

Just saw a plane take off

It took away some people I love

A cloud passed up above

A cloud passed though my head

The wheels still go around

My thoughts are still underground

I wear a smile

But it’s one notch down

I wear a grin

But it’s in the bin

And when I laugh

Well, that’s the end

 

YOU’RE NOT THERE

No song can be wrong

But then it’s gone

I’ve lost my love

Flown like a dove

To a solitary cove

Pieces of nine

Non of them mine

Trees full of hate

Flown out my garden gate

Music full of laughter

For here and ever after

Swing low from a rafter

Catch a passing dove

Missed again

They’re too fast

Material possessions

Ticket concessions

Hide flensings all dead and gone

Extreme extrapolations

Of an exponential nature

Show I’m not near God

But I have my peace

When I walk ’till four

And open God’s door

But I am me

It’s not enough

So I’m eight thousand miles from home

The train whistle’s blowing

No people are showing

Sand dunes and thorns

Wander on for ever more

Waterfalls still fall

The clouds still pass

I never go to Mass

Because God’s love is here with me

I’m no Christian

I feel it in my bones

There seems no way to happiness

I’ve found it’s not enough

I’m just not capable

I’ve tried too long

O God show me peace and love

They handed me a number

A pair of grotty gloves

spectacles to impair my vision

It showed no one loves

But God’s still there

They can’t take him away

Cushion full of flowers

Butterflies on the wall

Model of a dog

Even my stereo

They’re all diversions for me

I turn around and they’re not there

I touch a tree, touch God

I turn around and they’re not there

And as the dove recedes into the distance

All of a sudden it’s not there

 

RESEARCH 3/8/99

O crass and violent world

Cruelly vapid

Endlessly bombastic

Mondays bane

Tuesdays cane

Thoughts fled

Dreams bled

Nothing hale or whole resides

Ceaseless search for unbridled humanity

Cold shoulders

Cold hearts

Wednesday’s gone for ever

Thursday comes but once

In the dreams of for ever

Today is the final dance

Friday lasts for ever

Saturday never existed

Sunday was my final dance

Rewind

O crass and violent world

Vapidly cruel

Mondays gain

cold nights

This is the endless trance

Rewind

O crass …

Rewind

 

EXILE 7/11/78

A new car can’t bring anyone close

It doesn’t bring a knock on my door

So I guess the problem must be me

I’m just so down and out

No one on earth can feel me

My presence passes unknown

Silently slinking in the night

There’s no one now to turn to

Love has up and left me

I can see the looks on their faces

Oh no, not him again

My car will be a curse

As it sucks an empty purse

And no one will care

No one will share

Empty heart

Spent it all

Got nothing back

Tears in my eyes

Run out of words

My last resort

As I snuffle and snort

I need to find a fort

I can’t survive alone

I sit at parties

Put nothing in

Get nothing out

The usual people come over

Say the usual things

No new revelations do they bring

Tears in my soul

All around my heart

Is it any wonder

I’m so quick to anger

So slow to laughter

My forgotten emotion

Smiles have flown out the door

I’m left here so very poor

So very sad

A rotten egg

In a rotten town

Where people in their happy shells

And no bells upon their door

They won’t let me in

As if I’ve committed some eternal sin

But it wasn’t my fault!

That’s no reason to lock me in a vault

Then go and forget the combination!

No reason to leave me in the desert

Without a second course

Won’t someone give me another try

You will most surely regret it

I’m too young to die

To be a barren rock

Don’t I even deserve some lichen

Not even a speck of moss?

Forsaken am I

Unforgiven in my eternal hell

But to the devil I will not sell

Jesus must have my victory

‘Though it feels like he’s with them

Feels like he’s tossed me in the jungle

With no protection from all those fell creatures

They rip and tear my soul

My pride and ego they ran off with

So often I’ve been bashed in the head

I just want a nice soft bed

That’s all I want

A nice soft sleep

 

CHRISTMAS MOST FOUL

That time of year

Kids love it

Goody goody greedy

Time for swims at the beach

Long vacations to Queensland

A time for giving

The time for love

We give to our family

Give to our friends

as we would give to Him

Though sometimes we forget

Amongst the Christmas jungle

The gaudy bawdy bangles

True meaning we strangle

Pure perfumes

Degraded to noisome fumes

We’ve lost the star

As we lounge at the bar

Swilling amber muck

A time for making a fast buck

I really don’t know how

We got caught up

In all these pointless customs

They’re so far from the meaning

How did a small baby

Get twisted to a fat red ho ho?

Dealing in merchandise

Not in the spirit

Why does this society

Commercialize everything

Can’t it leave a religious festivity alone?

The birth of Christ means more than toys

More than a roast fowl

 

SELLING

Catchy jingles

Fancy words

Garbage filled adjectives

We got the best

We got the fastest

You can’t go past us

Gaudy pictures

Luscious ladies

The beautiful gentlemen

Innocent children

Sell themselves

On painted pictures

 

FATAL FAKE MISTAKES 29/10/77

I’m feeling all funny

Feeling all fuzzy

Tired of traveling

Tired of sitting still

Flattened in love

Battered in life

People just don’t know

What’s the use

Absolutely nothing

Dig me a grave

Call the undertaker

Up like a fission bomb

Around and disappeared

I’ve heard love songs pretty

Heard them sad

But they make me mad

At least they’ve had

It’s what I lack

No I’m not slack

I just don’t know

Lots of friends there blow

Love is like a distant snow field

Apathy is here

A lingering pain I wield

I’ve seen all kinds of people

Some of them nice

They smile for a while

Fires not kindled

A major blaze not there

My heart is dwindled

Away I steer

Seek my precedent

Who would kill a snake

Or a garden would rake

I tell you they’re fake

Fake face we make

All a mistake

Extra thumbs

Soft bums

Hearts don’t hum

They never meet

No matter how close we dance

 

EMPTY KNIGHT 30/10/99

An uncertain Dulcinea

A deadly Loreley

A shimmering chimera

Resting on the laurels of Loreley

A bloody arbitration room

Where’s my Ghandi

A silent wail escapes into the night

My tortured soul wanders aimlessly away

I think not one has reached the heart of God

But I hear the enemy laughing every day

Irrefutable verbs

Abject adverbs

Adjacent to adverse adjectives

Forgotten objectives

Stories of a fundamental me

Roses aren’t always red

Violets are only sort of bluish

I’m just a sociological blooper

Relying on technological bleepers

An illogical snooper around the edges of life

I need a revelation revolution

Where white becomes pure

And shit still stinks

Where God becomes real

Not some abstract obscene adjective

All I can see is dwindling to death

I don’t have zero on the Nero meter

Moments pass irrevocably by

Wasting precious seconds

Dithering in the doldrums

Withering day by day

Week by agonizing week

Dwindling into ineffectiveness

I can’t see reality

Only futility

A vague shimmering

An empty room

A withered rose

I cry

I die

 

BREAKDOWN 11/12/77

It’s a lonely life

For such as me

I’m a Christian

Who finds peace with God

But not his fellow beings

And one day I’ll fly

I’ll spread my wings

And you’ll never see me again

My tears all rain

For those I love

And never returned

Though showed never why

I came back here to cry

My funny little pen

Writes out these lines

But you put the ones on my forehead

I’m too old before my time

Huh, what do I care

Hell, what have I ever had

Except of course a God

And oh boy is it true

When he said pseudo love

Good God was it ever true

She got up to hit him

But I could have kissed him

Oh boy was he true

I guess I’ve never felt loved

And if I did it was only my palm

No I paddle my own canoe

Cos when I get near

They always sink me

The same one

He took my sixth

Stole another of my life

Didn’t give me a chance

Jumped and I went under

Yes just another blunder

My brain sounded like thunder

In my pants there was chunder

As I walked through the seaweed

They called me a statue

But that dance did I freak out

No I just span out

My wings just collapsed

My life just collapsed

Oh God I’m dead

I’ve been dead for so long

They all think I’m alive

They all think I’m free

But I pick up a knife

And I feel like killing

I clench my fist

And I want to hit out

I drive my car

I see a cliff

And then it’s gone

I want to scream

I need to shout

But here I am

With a silly little pen

And little bunny poo poos

Who knocks field mice on the head

Got turned into a goon by a good witch

I wish I could switch

All I do is twitch

And more tears roll onto my paper

It will soon be too wet to write

That fucking fog machine again

O God please turn it off

GOD you’ve got to turn it OFF

Right now

Right here

Don’t say no

I can’t stand no’s

And then I calm down

The tears stop rolling

I sniffle, blow my nose

With one there just for that purpose

Maybe mutter a huh as I laugh

Look at my hands

This little bed

My four square walls

I realize I just had a trauma

A fit of some sort

Snort, Put my pad down

Turn off the light

For a hopeless night’s sleep

 

WILL YOU NEVER COME TO REALIZE

How could I ever tell you

I love you

You put me in boxes

Four walls of pain

Rocking my brain

I want to run to you

Hold you

But you’d push me away

What can I say

What can I do

I love thee madly

Badly

Sadly

Always looking

Yearning for a smile

But you send me away

Set me up

To knock me down

You’re not so blind

I know you can see

But not me

I’m shut behind closed walls

Won’t you set me free

I long to be me

Judged me useless

Unfit

Yes it’s true I’m a bum

And maybe I don’t deserve

I’m sick of playing reserve

Sick of always loosing

Tired of never choosing

Just dead

Like a piece of putty

Maybe just a little nutty

Needing bread

Nothing said

Though each time you reject me

My eyes should tell you

The torture you inflict on me

My God knows I love you

Yet still you kick me to dust

‘Till I’m just about to burst

I spit and curse

Dreams all shattered

But what do they matter

Oh hell, I wish I could say it better

But there’s no way I could tell her

I’m lost

I’m lonely

I need some love

But she spits on my heart

Will I never get a clean start

Will I never

I’ll never get to sing and laugh

Just to cry and weep

All the feelings I have

All crammed up inside

Waiting for her yes

Then like a flood

A rush of clean blood

My blood I die

Won’t I ever taste clean love

Pure love

Sweet sweet love

Won’t you set me free

Out of these tin walls

To balls and bush

Diamonds and love

From heaven above

But all I feel is rain

I cover my head

And it’s rapidly

So very rapidly

Filling up my little box

Like a knight in distress

Who would be my heiress

But I’m doomed to die

In the desert

With rain falling

Soaking the ground

So I can’t be found

No sound

Pitter patter

I grovel in the gravel

Seeking to quench my thirst

I bump a tin wall

I turn to face another

And another

Surrounded

Fenced in

I die

No one came

 

THE ROCKS 1/6/78

The filthy disgusting lusting

Beware the dark lord entrusting

His sharp spear ready for thrusting

Deep into your heart he flows

To throw you upon those rocks

Those rocks of doom and death

Where all day long not a breath

Beware his eyes ever watching

His touch you cannot feel

But his breath is hard upon your shoulder

Is heavy and hard as a boulder

Oh he’ll send you to those forsaken rocks

And there you’ll lie to smolder

Beware his tricks

His thieving conniving tricks

He’ll lure you in

Send you into a spin

From which you’ll never return

A screeching yelling din

Are those rocks of death and doom

Where there’s not enough room

In the filth and grime

To pick up a lost dime

No my friend there’s not enough time

To be lingering in his presence

He’ll give you no presents

No he feels no love for you

He’ll just send you to his rocks

He laughs to see you on the rocks

Your twisted battered body

Ho ho how he laughs to see your death

How he laughs to see you depressed

All dazed and confused

That’s when you’ll turn his way

Without ever knowing

And then it’s too late

He’ll send you to his rocks

Those rocks of death and doom

 

ONLY ONE MORE DREAM 5/10/78

Empty dreams

A soaring flight

All dead end dreams

Or so it seems

Dirty creams

Un-mellow yellow

No delight

Is a drooping daffodil

Or a heart so tight

Yet so unfulfilled

No pill to pop

In my empty dreams

They come they go

Increasing in flow

All my dead end dreams

Unending plight

Sad sorrow night

A tearful creamy pillow

I’m sitting as a willow

Curled up in my dreams

Hoping yet moping

With my foolish fantasies

Of peace and love

Found in my hours of slumber

And turn out an ugly cucumber

Sucking on my towers

‘Till down they do tumble

Making my heart so humble

Then my head begins to crumble

And goes rolling down the dreams

‘Till the streams and streamers

Steamers or the cleaners

They’re all so utterly gone

The long fair hair

That smile so radiant

All gone

 

THE GRAPEMARE

I woke up this morning

To the sound of the Galahs

I stumbled in for breaky

And grumbled at the cook

For he’d let the milk curdle over night

Then burnt the toast

For we have no roast

And sweet Jesus I felt like a fight

But like good mates

We cleaned our plates

Then made it to the vines

Before the seven o’clock chimes

And hacked away at the grapes

When the boss made it down

By half past eight

We shouted “We need more tins”

But he turned his back

And brought our morning tea

Now we sit in the shade

And hurl our abuse

About fishing and bowls

And all that we knows

Then we stagger through morning

‘Till the end of dawning

And “Yo” It’s time for lunch

Now lunch is a special affair

It’s milk

It’s coke

Lemonade

Staminade

Orange

And quench

Solids have we none

For we’re too far gone

And only a hundred up are we

So in the heat of the day

With grim forlorn faces

We out to the fields commences

And it’s sweat slog argue

And of course pick

‘Till we here from afar

“Yo three hundred up”

As Charley drives off with his girl

Our faces fall lower

And the sweat seems to pour

‘Till a lowly two fifty and more

Then it’s back to the shack

For some milk

For some coke

Lemonade

Staminade

Orange

And quench

Solids have we none

For we’re too far gone

As we collapse in our chairs for the feast

We decided one night

Instead of a fight

We’d swim to New South Wales

So we piled into Ken’s car

And tore to the Murray

And in there we drowned our pains

For our fingers are slashed

And those three corner jacks!

Well they leave you fair deadened and lame

Though it seems that we are

We’re not headed for fame

Just some milk

Just some coke

Lemonade

Staminade

Orange

And quench

Solids have we none

Because we’re always too far gone

And as we sink blissfully to sleep

We think we’re like sheep

Just following those rows

And have night mares about grapes

But when we wake up in the morning

With banana shaped backs

That infernal fridge clattering away

And above it all a bunch of Galahs noisily squawking

We realize the grapemare was true

 

THE CRUNCHY CHIP SYNDROME 1/4/98

Fax 1- delete

Cankerblossom

Shakespeare is dead

Inside my head

Inside my soul

Delete

She changed the rules

Delete

Her name’s not right

Inside my soul

Delete!

Subconscious poison

Old fears lie unresolved

Beating up my soul

Sleepless nights

Unfair dreams

Delete

O putrid mire

Unfaithful part

I say delete

O rank infestation

Vile remembrance

Wretched soul

Delete I say delete!

Fax 2 – save

Rose of my life

Even Shakespeare could do you no justice

Inside my head

Inside my heart

You will live forever

Save

No matter what you do

Save

I know your name

Inside my heart

Save

Precious ally

I remember your face with smiles

I wear your name with pride

I touch your fingers with joy

I hold you close with care

Save

Save as

Memories – good

 

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS 31/6/80

Botanical bums

Satanic sludge

Photographic fantasies

The guitar goons

Red eyed brooms

Sweep mysteries away

Sword cut slay

Nailed to stay

Boring bells

Sinking wells

Stomach swells

Ignomania chills

Swishing collecting

Washing collating

Floating

Waterfall fell

Deep bubbles

Unstable canoes

Cordially sink

Axe chop toes off

Barbecue Lligrehtof

Mad horses

Swelling towards an eternal dynasty

Smelling sweet scents of cynicism

Paper guns pointed poignantly

Pointless pencils writing nothing

Thin air supporting emptiness

Empty hollows need some filling

Rotting stench

Uncut trench

Decaying teeth

Boils and bastards

Trials and last ones

Suckle death

Gaunt millions

Trudge an endless inquiry

What can I eat tomorrow?

 

CARING 6/12/77

Are you caring

People are despairing

Their hearts repairing

Me no daring

Throat not clearing

Lord not fearing

No one’s cheering

But they’re all peering

Nothing to see in

Except lonely me

My Lord in a tree

But I’m free

If thou art thee

And you’re with me

I’m then happy

Off I go hoppy

Near heart shopping

Never no stopping

Always groping

Hopes grouping

Ruts scoring

Never daring

Heart repairing

Me despairing

Who are you caring

 

THE SPELL 21/5/81

Dreamy days filled with air

Dozy nights empty of all thoughts

Drifting through life

Like it doesn’t really matter at all

Reading a fantasy book

Piped music flowing softly in my ears

Nothing to worry about

Just rolling from one day to another

No clear division in between

Safe and secure in my little bubble

Floating down a dreamy river

Soft fogs caressing my cheeks

Cloudy visions, Hazy illusions

No sharp intrusions

Just soft feathers brushing my brain

Where nothing of importance ever comes

And now lies dormant on a sandy shore

The maggots there in do bore

But I don’t really care

I’ve paid my fare

Done my bit already

Now it’s an endless happy holiday

The world can look after itself for a while

Can do without my bickering

Yes it’s a sunny day in my head at last

I don’t want my peace disturbed too soon

I’ve had my fill of hurt and hurting

I don’t want to hear of people dying

Splattering themselves to death

For pointless semi-religious reasons

I don’t want to hear about

The hungry, the poor, the diseased

Unemployed, the worms and sadists

The cruel that rule

Tyrannics and maniacs

I don’t to hear

Do you Hear!

AGH!

I’ve broken the spell

What sort of Christian am I anyway?

 

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 14/12/82

We all too quickly lash another’s feelings

Yet can’t understand we we are so lashed

No one is quick to realize that it’s just a human fault

No parent is perfect in their judgement

No child escapes their parents attack

No person is without fault and anger

So instant resentment can be expected

Neither party should be allowed to insult

Neither should they strike a blow

to vent their injured feelings

Complaints are often justified

And should be used as a key

To test the dealers motives and cause

And to all the stringent matter should apply

Does the punishment fit the crime



THE MICKEY MOUSE GUTTER GETTER 9/10 80

OR CONFETTI IN MAJOR BLUES

Mickey Mouse

Minestrone

Minnie Mouse

Mini minor

Stately Manor

Lately clamor

Slatey armor

Spaghetti armchair

Confetti filled hair

Mouse and mouse

Bells in the air

Streamers in the house

Stumble over the threshold

Woeful night

Dither with a zither

Tongue twister

Gutter getter

No hope

Like a bug around a tree

The will to be free

In the darkness grope

Got to get there

Make a fine pear

Juice filled zither

Peaceful light

And don’t trip

Like steamers at a waterfall

Boats in the air

No, water to water

Spray filled hair

Spaghetti at the table

Iron armor clanging

A nice cottage by the sea

Subaru and me

Xanadu and tree

Lasagna

Mickey Mouse

 

TANKS ARE FROM HELL 27/9/80

My God they’re big

They just keep coming

Like a weapon from Hell

Larger than life

Squashing all who stand before

Can’t we stop them?

O Jesus help us

Save us from these monsters

It’s coming for me

Straight towards me

I can’t move

Fire flames spurting

Death cascading

Clunking caterpillar tracks

Munching up the bones

It’s nearly got me

Somebody kill it

Closer closer

Pounding guns

Blasting sharp shrapnel

Bits of death

Burning the open flesh

Heat stabbing

And the noise

Confusing cavalcade

Resounding shatter

Blinding flash

Arms and legs torn apart

Black

 

MODERN CONVERSATIONS 27/3/94

No

No no’s

But…

No buts

But…

Just do it

No

No no’s

But…

No buts

But…

It’ll feel good

No

No no’s

But…

No buts

But…

It’s cheap

Okay

 

OF RIVERS, OF TREES, OF CAMPFIRES 19/9/99

The late afternoon sun glints on the Darling river

My tent is pitched on the edge of the bank

The Little Friarbirds are calling rrish-coo rackety crookshank

The late sun now catches the top of the River Red Gums

A gentle campfire sets my dinner gurgling nicely

Its glow is reflected off the River Red Gum

Over head the moon now paints the Darling into a silvery strand

A Mopoke calls gently in the distance

The glowing embers cast a mesmerizing spell into the silence

A sweet gentle breeze wafts the smoke, rustles the leaves

With my belly full I doze in the gloaming

Here there is peace with no intrusion

I have escaped once more the mad rush of humanity

Snug in my sleeping bag I drift off to sleep

The road’s been long and dusty, full of ruts and rocks

Now the last glimmer of light fades from the day

My tent is pitched by a dry nameless creek bed

The Curl snake slithers quietly through the Saltbush

As the warm northerly breeze slowly edges to stillness

The last tinkling reel of a White Wing Blue Wren finishes

A friendly campfire sets my dinner bubbling nicely

Its glow is reflected off a lone stately Coolibah Tree

Overhead the moon casts an effulgence over the desert rocks

There is silence, save that quiet flutter of flick’ring flames

With my belly now full I doze in the gloaming

Here there is peace with no intrusion

I have escaped once more beyond the madness of humanity

Snug in my sleeping bag I drift off to sleep

 

THE WORLD NEEDS GREENIES 5/4/18

The world needs greenies

To act as a conscience

To defend what little is left of the wilderness

To defend the defenseless

To stop the human perpetrated extinctions

To counter the red-necks

To counter unsustainable development

To counter political expediency

To counter short term profits

To stop the rampant destruction

To stop the endless pillaging

To start turning this ship around

This world needs greenies

Whether the rest of you like it or not

 

THE DAY I WENT OVER THE HILL AN BACK AGAIN 14/8/86

At the first crack of dawning

There came a solemn warning

A deep buzzing, a muzzing in my head

“Oh help” I said “It’s the day of the dead”

The great turning of the wheel

A slight tilting of the spiel

And I fell out of bed

Fingers fumbling and eyes of red

Ablutions dutifully done

I shambled out of home

The sky was red with warning

But in my van I was soon warming

Dozing down the freeway

Singing “I did it my way”

And if I recall Correctly

I only cursed once directly

Before stumbling into work

But my secret was safe

I mean, tell the wolves

The state of the lonely lamb?

I guess the day passed rather normally

‘Till late in the evening

I crumbled across the threshold

Tidied myself into a chair

And opened my parents card

Now other patrons were at large

And pounced on me unsuspecting like

They cooked my dinner

And served me royal

And generally let me fall asleep

There was a peck from some lady

And a grip from some gentleman

And I was left to die in the sands

And as the enemy rolled by

I thought to myself by and by

Or is it merely sell?

There’s only two words to describe this

“I’m tired”

And rolled off towards bed

Whilst dutifully ablutionating

There came a sort of nagging

An edging of the brain

The day hadn’t been completed

Some essential gleaming hadn’t taken place

No line was written from the book of Luke

No broadening of the mind from the words of Jesus

Oh rats oh pooh

I muttered some sane and pointless prayers

And promptly fell off to sleep

Another year older

 

ON BLOOD AND SMOKE AND PEACEFUL POLICEMEN 20/9/77

[ A CAR ACCIDENT]

Decor decor before we fall

Powerful flower full

My surprised reprise

All exorcised

A tyrey mire

A node on the road

Blue person slipping

Sipping death slowly

Roley poley down the stairs

Lose all your hairs

Off in pairs

We stand and stare

Police all peaceful

Ambulance perambulator

We’re all there staring

Condemn the boredom

Bind and lined done blind

Ferocity, increased velocity

Then slam on the brakes

But God we makes

And in the end it’s the same

With no one to blame

So squirm worm

You’ll never learn

She was lucky I think

But her coat of mink

Certainly did no good

Then it came in a flood

A rush of mud

The klaxon clicked on

Her mind was all gone

And formless she lay

But I did not slay

A dark horse’s shade

In the everglade

And no bed made

One less to worry

All thoughts in a flurry

To the door we scurry

And no concessions

For firsts or seconds

In an elevator

To a whisper of a new bloke

A crisper and new Mini Moke

Thick to choke

Red Lights flashing

Police all peaceful

Ambulance perambulator

We’re all there staring

 

TWO TRUE TO PEACE 19/3/98

Bright new light

Meets dark dusty road

Convergence

Emergence

A brand new bud

I hope it’s not a dud

Twenty four karat gold

Joins tarnished silver

A melting pot

No trace of rot

A brand new alloy

Precious ally

Lively dance diva

Mingles with wordsmith

Neuvaux art form

Pop up tart foam

A brand new dart board

Virgin bulls eye

Score? Nil all

Peace

 

WHEN I’M ALONE 6/2/98

Within the bright stars shining

I remember you

Throughout the joy of sun rising

I remember you

In the dark city dungeon

I remember you

Amongst the ugliness and pain

I remember you

If I call out your name

Will you remember me?

When I’m alone and dying

Will you remember me?

 

FAIR WIND 1/3/98

A fair wind drives me from the west

The sun rises in the east

Beckons

It is time to be gone

Cast off these cumbersome shackles

These fiendish fetishes

Noisome bangles

You have come at last

The touch of your eyes

Brings light to my heart

The sound of your voice

Sends rivers of joy through my soul

And the smile on your face

Brings colour to the fabric of my being

You are truly beautiful

Come my love

We must away

My mighty steed chomps at the bit

Pawing the dark dusty earth

Eager to carry us to parts unknown

You need have no fear

Whilst we are near

You feed me strength

To face the day anew

And figh on those

Who would bar our way

Pressing us to stay

For love knows no bounds

Sets no rules

Has no keeper

Set God alone

And He has ordained us from the start

He and His steady Art

Have brought light into my heart

And peace enough to fart

Oops, sorry

Come, we must depart

 

ALONE 16/5/98

Darkness falls

An evil blanket covering my soul

She’s not here

Another gray day

Leaden sky laden with stormy gloom

She’s not here

Wandering aimlessly in no mans land

Stumbling hopelessly in featureless sand

She’s not here

Hello?

Where are you?

She’s not there

The phone rings endlessly

My heart rends painfully

She’s not there

 

AN OLD OLD MAN 25/12/81

Christmas cheer seems sour

Seasons joy’s been jilted

And peace is splattered on the walls

But through these shattered dreams

Comes an old old man

He’s spreading his rosy grin all over the world

Singing songs of praise and glory

He’s giving gifts worth the world

And he’s telling an old old story

As he speaks there’s a saintly glow in his eyes

Enchanting impelling

Brings a choking tear into your eyes

Brim full and welling

He seems to settle gently on your mind

Words of bliss you cannot find

And he’s praying for you right now

He’s praying God’s grace will find a nesting place in your heart

 

ANGEL DREAMING

I was the thought of a great horse gray horse

I was the fault of a wandering minstrel

I was the product of a parents potent potion

I was betrothed to a fog bound dog hound

I was born of a wizard’s weird worms

The short fat ones slipped and tickled

I met a merry pelican in the breeze

And together we sailed the seven seas

And what a beautiful bird was she

As we sailed the seventh sea

Now she’s made especially for me

And I’ve been known to be free

Up sprouted the most beautiful tree

I’ve heard the merriment felt the tears

Touched the cherry meant for cheers

Even seen a few deers

I’ve been given an IQ

Been classed as neurotic

I guess I’ll become hysterical

And then I’ll be historical

Or at least a grave stone

Though few I think will cry

I’ll be a brave bone

Then I’ll be gone

Too soon I hope

But can never know why

My pelican’s scope

Doesn’t reach quite that far

Not done in dope

Nor rotten to the core

But on a slope

I’ll sit and cry

Maybe in my car

I’m not too sure at all

No bird will come by

Tomato sauce comes easily

Hearts go down too quick

No one knows the trick

God plays teasily

Trumpets all fanfare

But who would care

Save of course the devil

Who put me in this peril

Something here

Something there

Nothing nowhere

Nothing piped nothing triped nothing wiped

Something warped something tarped something sparked

Over there sparing there caring there snaring

It’s here loving

That’s all we need

No greed, sit on a tall still hill

No need for a waterfall useless pill

And all will be well or maybe try

At least it’s better than a pig sty

I fear it’s what we’re in now

It’s near about to blow

We just cannot stow

So let your love roll

Knock me down in a ball

Into the abyss we fall

For a kiss I stall

Just blow my mind

Love all so blind

Blew the mist

Shrouding haze

Beautiful phase

Fantastic please

Oh yes cheese

Around and around

On my knees

Epistles burst

Colours abound

Flitting flapping

Clipping clopping

Clip clop to the stairs

Forward we try

Doors all open

Fresh summer breeze

Oh look it’s my merry pelican

Come to take my please

I know only she can

It’s only me, I love you

Lost on a silvery pelican

Gracefully glide

Sail with pride

Not too vain

No need to explain

It’s all too clear

No need for fear

Cos Jesus came

No need to name

It’s not the same

No need to claim

It’s all done so neatly

No need for a plan

Cos only God can

He loves us all so sweetly

Pelicans all angels

Flutter past my shutter

Fling it wide open

No need for a pen

Flowers reaching up

But He’s already there

So don’t you despair

Just heave a beautiful smile

God always loves you

Scratch it on the dunny wall

Send it to the funny hall

We’re going to have a ball

You and I, so don’t stall

You know we love you all

You’re not vile no not at all

No not mine

I cannot climb

I shot a pheasant

It was so pleasant

As it reached for the sun

To reach its ideals

I curbed them still

As you did mine

No race to reach the top

Jesus made me stop

And my heart went pop

Into the water, plop

Ha ha plip plop hop hop

Laugh giggle google

Cackle cackle

Crackle in my heart

Flip flop, flip flap

Heaven is mine

It’s yours too

Made for me and you

My pelican and me

Laugh and let it show

Let the pheasants know

Let’s listen to the music

God’s words soothe my soul

A smoothing crooning bowl

Not a loud din howl

The devil emits

It fits like mitts

Snug and warm

Ho ho God’s love is enough

Though yours is a help

It’s all a help

Much needed yelp

Through God’s love

I can trust you

Like so few I knew

And now I’m bust

But who is you?

There’s only God there

And my poor little car

Who’s taken me far

No you is there

It must be here

So here I must stay

After all my meanderings

After all my uselessness

My useless pain

I will return

Here I may find

A shirt open

A heart to be shared

A mind to be cared

My muscle has died

It just up and died

Frizzled and fried

Thank goodness not grilled

My heart was filled

And now it’s leaking

My mind is freaking

Help me I need

I need a pelican

God’s love decreed

I need to be freed

And to be binded

To be bounded to you

Gone up the flu

Out the spout

Around the bend

A letter me spend

Penny me spend

Too weak I am

Run over a tram

Caught by a pram

Oh it was so prim

I sprayed it with Vim

And there you were

Here we were

All in a dream

When will it end

A real pelican will send

I want to die

All I do is cry

My oh my

To just up and die

What bliss

My arse to kiss

A merry goodnight

 

VISCID VISCERA ATTEMPTING TO FETTLE THE FOOTLE 28/4/00

Building fences

To keep out the poverty

Building walls

To keep in the selfishness

No paths to enlightenment

No bridges to peace

Crouching in the corner

Crunching out my individuality

Faking freedom

Am I some fettered Caliban?

Just a fetid Caganer?

Sinking into somnolence

Sliding on endless surfaces

Holding the emptiness at bay

Somnambulating every day

Is there no gentle sea-change?

A moment of joy

A glimpse of peace

Reminders of life

Passed away

Building offensive walls

Erecting defensive fences

Tangled in the barbed wire boundary

Strangled by protracted silences

Perfectly pernicious

Insidious perfidy

Your fabricated prevarications

Tear through my soul

Cold pricklies abound

No warm fuzzies around

Bereft of life and limb

Basking in the frigid gloom

Just another leptophalic dweeb

Searching in the river Lethe

Another nemesis

For my continued hubris

 

LIFE ON THE LINE

White line

White line

White line

White line

White line

White line

Toe the line

White line

White line

White line

White line

White line

Sign on the line

White line

White line

White line

White line

Toe the line

White line

White line

White line

Sign on the line

White line

White line

Stop sign

White line

Concrete block

Red line

Red line

Red line

Red line

Red line

Red line

Red line

You’ve gone too far

 

MARCH OF DEATH 1/3-1/4/2000

First

A thousand people drown in Mozambique

Sadness

Second

Boy shoots girl in American school

Outrage

Third

Boy drowns during cyclone in northern Australia

Empathy

Fourth

Young mother and daughter die in car crash, Moorabin

Waste

Fifth

Israelis kill seventeen guerrillas in Lebanon

Justice, yet somehow guilt

Sixth

Eric Smith dies

Who?

Seventh

Mass murderer Pinochet set free

Bloody hell!

Eighth

Dame Roma Mitchell dies

Well she had a great innings

Ninth

Fire fighter kills wife, burns house, shoots his mates who turn up to put it out

Unbelievable

Tenth

Nineteen kids die in Tuvalu school fire

Tragic loss of potential

Eleventh

Hippo One Ausie honeymooner Zero

Another careless tourist bites the dust

Twelfth

Mine farts and kills eighty in Ukraine

Ah shit eh?

Thirteenth

Twenty killed by premature Tamil Tiger Bomber

Cretin

Fourteenth

No ones death made the news today

It’s a miracle

Fifteenth

They killed the vet instead of the tiger

There’s an irony there somewhere

Sixteenth

I kill three hundred Russians

Yes!

Seventeenth

Pakistani child murderer to be strangled

Nothing like a bit of comeuppance

Eighteenth

Five year old duck killer drowns

Isn’t it a bit young to kill, to die, I mean, come on, really

Nineteenth

Four hundred plus in Uganda mass suicide/murder because the world is still here

How do people get suckered into these things, are people really that gullible?

Twentieth

Five die as car smashes into two trucks

Just a few more to add to the never ending road toll

Twenty first

Both Russians and Chechins die in Chechin war

Israelis kill Palestinian woman

Muslims massacre thirty six Sikhs in Kashmir, that’s the whole village

Some of those hopeless spots where a brutal death is the norm

Twenty second

Hit and run driver kills cyclist

Bastard, I’m glad I don’t ride my bike much any more

Twenty third

I lost count of the number of deaths in the movie

A minor rise in adrenaline as I see semi believable deaths

Twenty fourth

Another truck kills more motorists as it flattens car

Jesus, that could be me one day

Twenty fifth

More smashed cars and squashed pedestrians

Eight people less on Aussie roads, it must be the weekend

Twenty sixth

Old women dying in house fires, and people drowning with no life savers around

Yawn

Twenty seventh

They reckon thirteen million people die of smoking related illness each year

Why the hell do people do this to themselves, it’s idiocy

Twenty eighth

Tourist chopper flight kills six in New Zealand

Why do I need to know this?

Twenty ninth

Eleven die in Austrian avalanche

Two die in American tornado

Two kids die as train rams bus

They must think people are interested in the deaths of people they don’t know

Thirtieth

One hundred killed as two overloaded buses collide in Kenya

That’s an amazing figure for two vehicles crashing

Thirty first

False prophets look as if they managed to kill Eight hundred people in Kenya

Repeat of famine in Ethiopia looms

There is an overload of death, in the end the facts become mute

First of April

My grandmother dies

Shit

 

DEATH OF A TEDDY BEAR 15/9/00

Want

Greedy needy

Golum golum

That looks easy

Take that

Will be mine!

Snaky sneaky

Break in

Golum golum

Greasy sleazy intrude

Sliding winding invade

Golum golum

Take this

Take that

Mine!

Golum golum

Eh?

Discovered!

Iron bar

Thunk

It’s dead!

Panic flee

Running hide

Golum golum

Corner cringing

Whinging grovel

Snivel

Nasty little teddy bear

Not supposed to be there

Spoil what’s mine

Want more

Golum golum

Drool

Hiss

Want

 

VEILED AND SHIELDED 23/1/78

Veiled from life to see

Shielded from wife to me

Veiled from the Devil

Shielded by my God

Covered in his love

Surrounded by air

Covered in hair

Surrounded a fluttering dove

Spider on the wall

A web will he weave

To catch the unwary fly

To keep me free

Stop light at the corner

It should warn her

Inside is warmer

Inside is calmer

You can walk through the walls

Even through the web

If you know the right way

You must wear no veil

Your shield must be the right one

Covered by His love

Surrounded by His glove

Veiled from strife at sea

Shielded from death to me

 

WHO STOLE MY HAVEN?

What’s the good of heaven

If I have no home

What’s the good of heaven

If we’re all in hell

What’s the good of heaven

If it’s only a hope

Who stole my heaven

my peaceful haven

 

SO DEEP INSIDE THAT I DON’T FEEL HAPPY 7/8/78

It’s always been the year after

I still cannot hear the laughter

No I don’t feel happy

I need a nappy for my eyes

Crying over this

Crying over that

Love has escaped me

All she did was rape me

No I don’t feel happy

I’m getting a new job

But no difference will it make

At night I’ll still lie awake

And sweet Jesus will not return

I think I’m destined to burn

No I don’t feel happy

I think God’s plan is cruel

Upon my hurtful hateful soul

I can see all my problems

When I lay them all out in front

Strength is what I need

Strength I have not got

I’m destined to rot

No I don’t feel happy

People tell me I must be positive

That I’m really not that bad

But when your breaking off

With someone that’s deep inside

Then boy does the world seem rotten

I spit on myself

I’m too much a snob

Yet too much a yob

I’m worried for all and everyone

Yet I couldn’t give a damn

I’m too spiritual for people

Yet not enough for God

There’s no where for me to go

No I don’t feel happy

My parents never loved me

Now I know they did

My girlfriend always loved me

yet her love was not enough

My friends say they love me

Yet they just sat back and talked

In may I say a most benign manner

My God said he loves me

But I think he’s worse than all the rest

He promised me peace

He promised me joy

He promised me new life

He promised me forgiveness

And much and many more

If his love I did employ

Surely he must know my situation

Surely he understands that I try

Yet still he hides so deep inside me

That it’s a place I cannot find

There is no way that I can be happy

Until that place in me is reached

 

WISHING 2/4/81

I wish life could be like the movies

The lovers ride off into the sunset

Take two and everything comes out perfect

I wish life could be like it is in songs

Sweet words and music mix a special potion

Rehearse and rehearse and it comes out perfect

I wish life could be like my imagination

Just you and me crunching along the seashore

Dream again and everything comes out perfect

I wish life could be like it is in the bible

Me and God in close communion together

Read and read and it comes out perfect

 

NO HOME JUST ETERNITY AND PAY

Wish I had a place I could call my home

Just a little place to call my own

But I’m growing up so alone

O I’ve got my love but she ain’t my home

So I’m just rambling through the streets of eternity

Just crawling though the mall of maternity

Everywhere I look there is no fraternity

I guess you could say I was sick of eternity

I go to work to collect my pay

Though given a chance with my love I’d stay

But I know she don’t feel that way

So I guess I’ll keep on collecting my pay

 

WE REMEMBER YOU MUM 14/9/80

I don’t think I’d like it

To stand over her grave

To know that she was down there

I’d want to shovel it all out

And let the spirit free

I guess it’s not easy to accept

One day live, next day dead

The mortal skin she has shed

And after the last scripture read

Maybe a few tears bled

Just remembering

The fight she had

The joys

The growing

Wishing somehow

You could take out all the nasty bits

And be rid of them

But now she’s gone

You remember

Every little bit

You remember

This day in the middle of September

When the flowers first burst their petals

You remember

The voice it will stay forever

The little things she used to say

Her happiness and joy

‘Till the end of her days

Her courage and beauty

In the face of adversity

We all remember

 

JUST A FEW DEGREES OFF

Funky monkey

Honey pie

Don’t let me try

Kill the world

Oh me oh my

Seen a guy

An open hole

Lost my sole

A brand new role

Devil stole

Face so fair

Maiden’s mare

Yet I don’t dare

Tears rolling

Eyes red

Lonely head

Thoughts bled

Words held

Then flown free

No one catches

Traps

People

Like a hunch back

Feeble

Notre Dam

Mon dame

Beautiful lady

Freedom flees

Fleas they bite my ankles

Leeches suck my blood

Disease racks my body

Death will not free me

But they will not defile you

Though the demons shall come

They will crumble to dust

At my command

 

I HAVE NO SKIN 16/1/01

I have no skin

Wherever you touch me

I will not feel right

However you feel me

You will cause me pain

I have no skin

Whatever is beautiful

Comes through clear and strong

Unfiltered heaven

Replenishes my soul

I have no skin

The disease of mankind

Crashes into my nerve ends

For my suppurating wounds

There is no protection

I have no skin

I am both blessed and cursed

I am in joy and in pain

I feel great love and great despair

The end result is inevitable

I am alone

 

I’M GOING TO MISS YOU 29/2/77

I don’t write poems to you any more

There just seems no point

I can’t get any further

You’re so cold and yet so friendly

It just makes me want to cry

And I do, I still do

You destroyed me that night

That cold, cold very strange night

I’ve never been the same since

Though I guess you were right

I’m too lonely a man for a girl like you

I’ll miss you

As I walk along some distant shore

Alone

I’ll think of you

I’ll cry for you

I’ll wish I could have done something for you

I’ll miss you

My God I’m going to miss you

 

MY LAP 5/7/78

Mumbled and jumbled

A higgledy-piggledy hay stack

All muttered insanity

A brave new calamity

I turn around to meet my enemy

To find that she’s my friend

Collected and projected

For the picture on the wall

I slip I slide

Fall and stall

Then the tears I ball

My poor soaked pillow

Like a sad drooping willow

Beside the meandering stream

A crazy new fight

But no one has any bite

They’re all too slow

With a puff of wind I blow

They’re gone

My dreams they’re all gone

Stuck in the grimy slimy sty

My fingers can still touch the sky

But now I have to try

I still take to the bush

Where all humans are hushed

I can hear God speaking quietly

There’s no way to hear Him

In the hustling of a city

How can one survive

Let alone live to thrive

On such a meager plate

As has landed on my lap?

I have no reason to clap

Save that I am alive

my girl fiend needs her sex

That I will give no more

The money, the money

I wish it would all just turn to honey

Still I have to buy my bread

I guess there’s nothing more to be said

 

THE CHINA WALL ROLL-CALL 28/6/17

by Graham Harrington and Euan Fothergill

Harry is quite the asset

with a vehicle full of surprises

If you’re after some cake

or some food that’s not fake

He’ll have it and win all the prizes

The boss may be stooped

And be totally pooped

But his mind is as sharp as a needle

If you’re after a tale

That’s as big as a whale

There’s absolutely no need to wheedle

Heim’s a big man

So he’s into the ham

And anything left on the table

He’s in to the birds

And into the reptiles

And anything else that he’s able

Euan’s a bit aloof

And open to spoof

As he lives alone in his camper

But show him a bird

Or anything heard

And he’ll be quite unhampered

Ceinwen has an appropriate name

Kindness is her claim to fame

If you’re needing a hand

Or a foot just to stand

She’ll be there, that’s the name of her game

Henry’s a bleedin’ budding biologist

He puts his nose into here

He puts his nose into there

And comes out with something extraordinary

He’s picking up this

He’s picking up that

He’ll get bitten by something extraordinary

That bleeding budding biologist

 

NO NEAR ICICLES 22/3/78

Gently rounded molding firm

Long unfurling curling charm

Smiling blue hue twinkling star bright

Slowly laughing never draughting

On the floor in pleasure unmeasured

Sinking slowly into the night

Delighting and rubbing chaffing

Falling into the fissure

Blowing glowing azure

A diamond

Youthful glinting diamond

Peaceful hinting un-hurting

Thoughts and feelings blurting

The hurting all skirting

Churning burning sunset

We watch hand clasped

I slip the clutch sand blast

Dust storm wandering particles

Still we’ve found no icicles

Sliced pickles nice tickles

Fingle and flobber tingle and clobber

Go rolling down the stairs

Go stepping down in pairs

I love the sound

I love the ground

I love the constant drip

Stalactites and stalagmites

But still we’ve found no icicles

The waters go plop

Thongs flip flop

The pebbles always drop

But you and me will never stop

Because we’ve never found the icicles

Ricicles are crunchy

Tricycles so dangerous

And you know what?

You’re so nicicle

Because you’re no icicle

 

I HAD TO SOUND THE GONG 26/8/78

Feeling sad

Feeling bad

And all such simple words

But the pain goes much deeper

To touch my soul

To tear at my heart

I’ve lost a love that meant so much

Lost someone that I could touch

The winter’s cold

As I sit here alone

Soon it will be snowing

But even colder is my knowing

For the deed that I have done

Sweet Jesus I cried

Where is the plan?

To tear us apart

Brain begins to part

Tears they long to start

Every night without fail

I pull down my long black veil

I’ve lost her I begin to wail

My skin has gone so pale

As I walk through shingle and shale

The devil he seems like a whale

As into his mouth I blindly stumble

Running from the truth

Running from my youth

My parents did not see the pain that lay within

My lover my friends my God an awful angry din

A lump in my throat

A limp to the moat

She’s standing on the other side

That’s when she starts to gloat

I can’t pretend to understand

The things that all must feel

Especially the ones she feels

With a baby on the way

And her love running the other way

I wish I could stay

My God how I wish I could stay

But the fights and the bites

And oh those awful nights

When all she wants is wrong

I know I’m not strong

So I headed for the gong

And sadly I beat it

To sound the end of round number one

 

NEGATIVE LOVE 18/10/77

Careful

I care for

I dare for

I’d go far

Sqillion miles

Should I apologize

Make a compromise

Show my demise

Grow here fair eyes

Sow chair good-byes

Empty chairs

Sit alone

No drapes

No dopes

No ropes, strings attached

All hopes things detached

Hopeless roof thatched

Interwoven crashes

Cloven heart thrashes

Fist mashes

Talk to the thrushes

Stalk in the bushes

Negative hopes

No, not that again

Upset my mind

Lost for nothing

Found out everything

Cast in a pit

Then I spit

At least it’s something

Note book noting

It’s not very kind

Out on the pain

In between

There lies nothing

Vain hopes

Shatter and scatter

Flutter then fly

It’s all gone

My love is gone

It’s died once more

 

ROUNDERS 2/11/77

Nothing ventured

Never rained

Any try for

Always gained

Something burned

Never returned

Callous flow

Dead wind blow

Bleating hopeful

Crying faithful

It’s not to know

But to grow

Ever round

Now it’s lost

Add no cost

And we fall flat

God’s turn to bat

I’ll never catch his ball

Sailed too high

But then he doesn’t expect me to

And neither you too

Peace is nigh

No abyss to fall

So then, my go

 

LONELY HOURS 15/5/78

Wishing you were here

To share my lonely hours

Wishing you were here

To help my working hours

Sitting on the toilet

Or lying in my bed

A thought unsaid

A tear unshed

Here in my lonely hours

Here in my working hours

 

M MINUS ONE AND COUNTING 31/4/82

Purple blues

Burps in glues

Which one to choose

Either way I lose

Black dogs howling

Clutch a green feathered goose

Duckling waddles away

And finds another mother

Flies fizzing

Angry brother

Climbs into a brothel

Spends all his money

Then crawls home to mother

What’s the point

Where’s the answer

Blue bird chirping in the trees

Thinks he’s free

Stray bullet splats

Dead blackbird rots

Eaten by ants and maggots

Chomping away at its guts

Hearts don’t break

They just go bounding off down the street

Who can catch them?

What’s the point

Where’s the answer

Flat lemonade

Stops me sinning

Though who would tell on me?

Don’t you dare

Yes I can see you

I understand you

I love you

After all that’s what matters

So they say

Aw gees I’d better fix me a drink

Surrender to iniquity

Be a boozy bum

And sing hum de dum

Stumble woozily home

Collapse in a hang over

Cringe in a headache

But then I wake up later

What’s the point

Where’s the answer

Sooner or later

We must all face the facts

Come to terms with who we are

Our jumbled childhood

Our mixed up teenage

Coming of age

And now I’m a man

Or so they say

Though no matter what

We must all ask the questions

What’s the point

Where’s the answer

 

THE YOU 2/10 78

Just of late

I’ve felt so fine

Like sailing down the Rhine

Or splashing in the brine

And I owe it most to you

I don’t know why, I don’t know

I only know it’s you

When I’m feeling down and blue

I just stop to dream of you

Then I’m lazing on a beach

Seems like all the stars in reach

When I stop to ponder you

Visiting time, any time

A time I look forward to

So many things to praise

Just so many things seem right

So much a lady

Just enough child

A smile that’s all so mild

You know it drives me wild

For years I have seen you

For so long just friends

Not ’till of late

Have I begun to move towards you

A need I knew

Watched it at it’s dawning

I’d like to enlist you as crew

No, as my captain

I guess more as my mate

 

AND ONE I WON’T FORGET 19/11/79

Like a memory of old

Those blue eyes shining

A blazing hair of gold

Songs to lift a dreamy heart

Wind in my hair, in my soul

A moonlight night so dark

Uncovered the clouds

To make them shine all silver

Sets my brain a shiver

Like the warm bright light

That utters from a glowing hearth

So was the flame

That uttered from our mirth

It stirred no shame

Was no one’s to claim

Yet something solid arose

Solid

Like a pure piece of prose

Shy though

Sacred

Keeping the distance

From my flaming eyes

That sought to burn

Was no one to blame?

They mocked and jeered

They said I never would again

That never would I gain

So never did I try

Save once I think

And saw you shrink

So what was

Was pure

Untouched by human filth

So I guess I owe you thanks

For a light in each Monday night

For restoring my faith and love in womankind

 

ROSE GARDENER 29/10/76

Oh to be a rose gardener

The peace and tranquillity

Of looking after

My favorite rose bush

I would not, could not

Pick the rose to place it in a porcelain vase

To watch the young red petals wilt to brown staleness

Rather would I prune the rose bush

That it may grow more splendrously next spring

So when next year it grows more wondrously

I may claim it for my own

With due respect for heaven and earth

When the storm blows high

Would that I be the first one

To rush and cover its tender bending boughs

So that it may not wound its flailing heart

With any wind of wrath

I have watched other gardeners at work

They pick the petals

And prick themselves on the now bloody thorns

Few of those beautiful bushes last but a few springs

Before their strength is waned

Before I plunge in

I wish to know

Where every angry thorn is

Where every rosy flower sits

And where every leaf is placed

That neither I nor the rose bush may be harmed

I don’t want to be the proud owner of a house

In which the rose bush happens to be in

Then move to another house

With a new rose bush

When the first one grows old and stale

I don’t want to be a passer by

Who may gaze at the rose tree

In all its beauty

pick a rose

Then saunter off into the sunset

I wish to be the gardener

And watch the passers by pass by

The owners come one by one

Watch them leave one by one

Look at my dear rose bush

Watch it as it lives

Watch it as it grows

And give thanks

 

TRAINS OF THOUGHT, THOUGHTS OF NEED 19/4/77

Sleepily nodding

Plodding on

Vices too tight

Crisis’s too many

Devices to catch you

When you make a blue

Black creatures prowling

Red eyes all scowling

Thoughts so beautiful

That you must see

Sift gently through my window pane

Birds and girls so wondrous

Blow slowly down a willowed brook

Fields of daisies, a lone beech tree

Thoughts so ugly

You should not see

Of evil people yet unseen

Of pollution and hate

In the darkened gloom

An empty room

Thoughts too many

Can kill a man

As he jumped off a train

I think they ought to be banned

There’s nothing more dangerous

Than a bad thought canned

Anything else is superfluous

What I mean is

A thought untold

Gets larger and larger

Fig bold and danger

Cold bang up ding gold

Krang pop dang vroom flop

Until the head is screaming

With words unknown

The white coats they come

To take the mind away

Don’t think where the hills are low

Nor when the cold wind blows

When thoughts are shown

Or lawns are mown

A soft moan

May we utter

But keep a tight shutter

On all the stray thoughts

The touch of a smile

Shatters your thought

Alas though can never be bought

If you look hard

On the back of your card

You’ll see your thought

Comes down to naught

Spare thoughts

Go flitting past

I stand aghast

As a blast of cool air

Whips my hair

Thoughts provoked

Thoughts unseen

Produce a magical sheen

Thoughts revoked

Dreams all smoked

A sort of fantasy touch

Life’s unreals

Never reveals

Conceals in caverns

Seen only in taverns

Where drunk men lay

Empty thoughts

That fall on empty ears

Help to increase my fears

But there’s no need to return

‘Cause like a good man said

All roads lead to where I stand

Sitting alone in front of the TV

Ones thoughts thee destroy me

‘Cause friends are near

So never fear

Though thoughts can often be good

They are often associated

With a large and melancholy flood

That’s no good

As is plain to see

Now take me

A thought to me is a deadly device

It can change reality

Twist a fortune

Bend a friend

To all and every proportion

So you see

If I didn’t write

All these silly

Meaningless messages

Then maybe I would die

There’s only one person

Who might listen

To my thoughtful heart

But I’m scared to tell her

Lest she walk away

From a sad little poet

Who needs someone to say

I’ll listen not laugh

I’ll comfort won’t hurt

Let’s be friends not incognitos

Then maybe I’ll die a natural death

And not jump off

A train of thought

To die in the bushes beyond

Where dark creatures are prowling

Where red eyes are scowling

Then maybe I can go to sleep

No need to plod on in search

Of the one fantastic girl

Of the one fantastic thought

A friend indeed

Indeed I need

A friend in need

Where is she?

Miles away

Canned

 

GETTING BY BACKWARDS 31/1/84

Tomorrow’s gone

But the madness lingers on

The stink of fetal mess

Oozed all over my shiny shoes

My trance was broken

As the screaming began

The flesh fell off her face

The bombs blew it all up

The record player scratched

Jumped, and died an unnatural death

The rest of us squirmed on

Trying to figure out why it happened

Outside in the moaning wind

Something went by backwards

Some legislation was passed

A head was severed

Just an ugly escaped goat

She sucked at dead breasts

Drew no nourishment

And fell back into the quagmire

The past caught up

It overtook

And hurled a missile

It stretched back

All the way to a cave man

defending his cave

With a sharp stick

As next door but one

Came to visit

 

A CHILD OF GOD NO MORE 9/2/90

What joy is there in salvation if there is no love?

What peace is there in salvation if there is no love?

And why is there no love?

Because we welcomed in the machine

The ever present and selfish I

I’m dying because nobody loves me

Nobody has the time

A child of God no more

Her hands and feet are too busy feeding themselves

Serving the machine

Worshipping little gods

Mommy she stripped me of my dignity

Said I’m sorry I don’t love you

The catch-cry of all humanity

Now, in the back blocks of nowhere

I’ll quietly die again

 

PANDA FACTORY, YOU AND ME 16/3/95

Tiger too is coming after you

Rhino’s nose knows too much

Panda too he’s needs

And for what?

Two point four too far

Green solution sitting at bay

And for what?

Money, power, little boys games

Bouncing ball, listless in the cupboard

Outgrown, deflated, dead

What do we have?

Computerized mechanized mess

Polluted evil war

Who are you kidding?

Foul’s endless bidding

What is life

A factory

Crunch pack, crunch pack

Filled with mindless machines

Crunch pack, crunch pack

Eking out a life

Sex and a pint

Crunch pack, crunch pack

And what of you and me?

Crunch pack, crunch pack

And panda?

Crunch pack

 

INSOMNIA 11/12/82

Gradually melting

Sinking into the sand

Becoming despondent

Not quite drifting off to sleep

In the distance a train rumbles

Another siren wails it’s warning

In the steady drip of fine drizzle

The crickets are trying to be cheerful

I’m lying here with an ear full

With a stomach full of this

Just wanting the day to end

 

JOURNEY 26/2/83

Sleeping in the snow

Driving and cooking in the rain

Laughing away the blues

Standing on the cornice of the world

Walking in the strides of tomorrow

Greeting the friends that be

And making superficial contact

Feeling dreams that might come true

Feeling sad and lonely and blue

Gazing at the eternal fire

Setting moon a silvery sheen

Rising sun a rosy glow

Warmth spread across the lands

It’s there to greet me

Roving in the darkness

Striving for the wonders of the world

Maybe I’ll meet you there

Though of course it could be bare

Except I think for God

How could it be without you?

I’m standing here crunching an apple

A sentinel by the rocky shores

Gently sweeping the sands

One by one

They ebb and flow

The winds blow

I must leave this place

I’ll be there tomorrow

A new land in the sun

And in the end I’m going home

 

MORE RAIN 2/3/83

Now it’s just you and me and the rain

Somehow that helps to ease the pain

Somehow though it’s just not enough

Now I know that we all must do our doing

But that doesn’t help me now

I’m sure you understand what’s going on

But that doesn’t help me now

Right now I need some reassurance

I don’t think the wonders of your world can help

I can look at them and know

I can look at them and rejoice

But that doesn’t help me now

Because right now it’s dark

Because right now I’m lonely

And right now it’s raining outside

What am I supposed to think now?

All the great mountains are under a cloud

All the sand has turned to mud

And I feel like a load of crud

And how does that help me now?

Tomorrow the sun may come out

But the forecast is for more rain

And that’s bad news for my spirits

 

FLOWERS IN A DUNGEON (The onset of depression) 29/11/82

Intricate pictures etched in lines and flowers

Bare feet bantering, cantering across a meadow

Trudge a muddy puddle

Murky little waves

Turkish brittle slaves

A flower in their torn lapels

Into dungeons deep propels

In a dark little corner huddles

Ripped feet shuffling

A cringing crumpled fellow

Scribbling intricate details, he glowers

Praying for his deliverance from the powers

 

NO LOVE 18/11/89

The years of pain are back

Like some malevolent dream

The chiropractors crack

Cannot mend a broken-hearted twist

Spare ribs blare

Children stare

But what does anybody care

And what’s point

If there’s no love

There’s no love

No love

Just an empty shell

On a pleasure seeking cruise

But what’s this I hear you say

You do not dare

Hearts care

Fear flare

You’d rather watch me die

I just can’t do it

If I cannot love

Can’t love

No love

 

HOW CAN I KEEP ON SINGING 17/6/92

Another red light to add to my frustration

Another red light to add to my condition

Another blazing arrow sent from hell

More painful memories to blast upon my shell

Leaves my shattered mind a ringing

How can I keep on singing

Time is ticking irrevocably by

As I gaze upon an empty sky

Each time I search beyond the horizon

All I ever find is poison

Leaves my shattered mind a ringing

How can I keep on singing

Yet the eternal spark refuses to die

One more time I stumble to my feet and try

Believing that somewhere out there is love

Waiting to be found like a peaceful dove

Leaving my healed soul a tingling

How can I keep from singing?

 

SHE… 1/8/90

She hunts me in the nether world

She haunts me in my dreams

Yet I hope for days of love and care

I wait for years of us being there

She hurts me with maybes that never come

She destroys me with a word

No

She…

You…

She… she… she…

She smells of the sweetest perfume of night

Whatever we do together seems right

What a desperate hopeless horrible plight

As I lay there awake, awake, awake, all night

She destroys me without a word

She…

You…

She… she…she

She taunts me in the nether world

She flaunts at me in my dreams

Yet I hope that some day soon she’ll see

I’d wait for years if she’d walk towards me

She hurts me with maybes that never come

She destroys me with a word

No

She…

You…

She… she… she

Oh what’s the use?

 

WHAT ABOUT LOVE 21/8/93

This is the beginning

Of the beginning

Look out

Here comes the end

Of the beginning

A yes

Here is the middle

The squidgy bit

The meat in the sandwich

Oh no

Here comes the beginning

Of the beginning

Of the end

There’s not much else to say

Really

So I guess I might as well go to

The end

I wonder what happened to love?

 

THE CLOCK 2/5/77

When the clock struck one

I was eating a scone

Trying to remember all I’d done

When the clock struck two

I was sitting with you

A barbed wire fence between us

When the clock struck three

I knew I was free

Jumped over the fence

And ran to a tree

When the clock struck four

It fell to the floor

I gingerly picked it up

And had my sup

When I opened my eyes

I wasn’t tired

When the cuckoo clock struck five

I knew I was alive

I cleared the table of broken glass

Then placed myself in a rubbish bin

And when it struck six

I was picking up the bits

A large open fire

I tossed them in

Then it struck seven

 

THE STOOL

A silent night

After a dreadful fight

A few things said

With too much bite

A few shed tears

While she silently jeers

Yes I’m still the same

After all these years

I’m no fool

‘Till I lose my cool

And then I’m dead

With an empty stool

 

ANOTHER LITTLE DREAM NEATLY SHATTERED 26/11/80

What a shit

Another hit to the head

Another kick to the testicles

Found myself in bed

Tears rolling down my face

It’s happened again

I’ve been so good these past years

Kept my heart from running away

Played it cool

Played the field

It’s been okay I guess

Then one weekend I met her

As usual I was instantly attracted

We seemed to be such good friends

As we walked and drove along

She even agreed to come canoeing

So elaborate plans were made

A fantastic weekend planned

Tonight her sister rang up

“Hello is Euan there please?”

“Speaking”.

“Karin can’t make it”.

“Oh”.

Click goes the receiver

The temperature rises

The fist clenched

As I realized I’d done it again

What the hell am I supposed to do?

What the hell did I do wrong?

I just don’t understand

It’s like a bad dream

That’s been repeated so many times

My record player’s stuck

I’m just going around in circles

I swear

I curse

I’m shattered once more

 

 

ONLY ONE MORE DREAM 5/10/78

Empty dreams

A soaring flight

That wasn’t in sight

All dead end dreams

Or so it seems

Dirty creams

Un-mellow yellow

No delight

In a drooping daffodil

Or a heart so tight

Yet so unfulfilled

No pill to pop

In my empty dreams

Unending plight

Sad sorrow night

A tearful creamy pillow

I’m sitting as a willow

Curled up in my dreams

Hoping yet moping

With my foolish fantasies

Of peace and love

Found in my hours of slumber

waking an ugly cucumber

Sucking on my towers

‘Till down they do tumble

Then my head begins to crumble

And goes rolling down the dreams

‘Till the streams and the streamers

Steamers or the cleaners

They’re all so utterly gone

The long fair hair

That smile so radiant

All gone

 

SOUL DRAIN 1/4/01

It’s true

I fear the knife

The potential for pain

The stabbing thrusts of no

Joy runs dribbling

Bleeding from my heart

Pooling at your feet

You splash through my life

My blood on your soles

Pointing an accusing finger

You may have drained my life of love

My life still struggles on though

An empty wandering zombie

Hoping for a Band-Aid

Needing so much more

A long and bloody trail behind me

So many bloody soles

So many knives

Yes it’s true

I fear the potential for pain

I fear the knife

I fear you

 

FIRST CONTACT 9/2/97

Begin paragraph

Begin line

Capital M

Aye like you

Eye like you

I like you

Connection

Focus

When you smile

Eclipsis

 

OH TO BE BLIND OR BEAUTIFUL 22/11/78

Sick of going to bed alone

But I don’t want no wife

And even less to get into strife

A late night run

So full of anger

Friends so friendly

Yet none so lovely

So quietly say no

So off on a trip I blow

Away by myself I go

No promise of peace

Hopeless situations

Pass unseeingly by

Here comes a dark night

So full of evils might

Sweet Lord Jesus out of sight

No comforting arms surrounded

No mother’s sweet solace

A branded ugly necklace

Draped around my choking neck

Drooped a lolling senseless head

Doped my fuzzy empty brain

Incensed by rejection

Anger for a girl

Spreads to filled my world

So no one can see through the mist

My heart no one yet has kissed

Their arrows wound my mushy brain

Make me blind to see

Imaginings of caring

All loud horns blaring

Fanfare tram fare

What the hell do they care?

All I need is love

Won’t anyone offer?

I’m so sick and tired

I’ve been tied by a two inch tether

My bite isn’t all that hard

I cry out in need

Not a simple want

A thirst of twenty years

Just one I need

In the meantime I’m dying

A man without love is nothing

Suicide is on my mind

 

CRACKED AND CREAKING MIRROR 30/11/78

Saw my face in the mirror

And almost punched the mirror

But brushed my teeth instead

Saw my shoes upon the floor

Decided they were soft enough to kick

So sent them flying to the wall

Sat and ripped my hair out

Whimpering like a little puppy

Crying out for a mother not there

Crying out for a father never there

The last straw so very near

Large flat area should be cleared

Softly padded floor

Watch out people in my way

I’m sick of people who can’t be bothered

Went around to see a friend

But she laughed with a pregnant goldfish

And the goldfish was happy

It’s not allowed to be happy

So I came home in my battered vehicle

Saw my tattered face in a broken mirror

No it’s not all worth it

But still I fixed the mirror

Without a smile

Utter desperation

Absolute degradation

Something’s got to break

Cooked will be my steak

But my goose will waddle away

To find a brighter day

My luck must change

Got to finish my term sometime

Then maybe I’ll find out why

I won’t never need to cry

That day is when I die

 

TO ANYONE AT ALL 9/10/77

I’m no whiz with words

I’ve no music to soothe your soul

I’ve no brains to make a million overnight

No muscles to win that fight

I’ve no bias for colour class or creed

My own mouth I can adequately feed

Hearts are like bread

You can’t know the time

It’s lost in my head

No song can it return

It’s set there to burn

Can’t you heed

It’s not meant to rhyme

No it’s time for bed

Or at least a new urn

Muddle in my middle

Puddle and I churn

I watch for fantasies

No fake sun passes me by

Though I’ve seen some try

Writings too deep to see

Yet I pray

Hoping they’ll stay

Who knows in April

Maybe it will

April’s before May

There’s a hope all by itself

I’ve no faith to go one more

Too much to know before

Never reach the core

Oh what a bore

If you drop the curve

And split the r

It looks like love

But I’m not fooled

That’s all they’ve got in common

I can’t love everyone

No one loves me

So why should I?

God’s given me no strength

Though often I pray

Not meant for me

No reason to try

Jesus said at length

That we all must pray

Oh God I love you

But I don’t know how

Sweat on my brow

After a days work

No love to go around

I still don’t know

I need to now

It’s stuck to my shirt

And still not found

Lost in a blow

A cold steely wind

Look through a wind

Ow! That hurts

As I bump on the glass

It should be grass

A thump on nothing

What can I do?

I’m lost there always

A maze of hallways

Needy in each room

And still no broom

No money for a rug

It’s my turn to bat

A concrete ball

I turn to swipe

Nothing there

Howl in despair

God I need a hair

Send it with love

To the girl next door

And while you’re at it

A new floor

How about four walls?

For good measure a roof?

My how they’d love you

I’m too poor

Lost in the halls

In need of proof

You know I love you

Proof for me in you

Some have non

All in despair

They’ve got no love

Send it with a dove

To anyone at all

 

MY LAST PEACEFUL PLACE

Building bridges no one climbs

Building towers no finds

A pointless existence we pursue

Asking questions with no reason

Why is a question, but that’s treason

Fortifying dreams no one shares

Creating thoughts no one believes

A hopeless situation we find

Answers with a squillion questions

Why ask a question when you’re blind?

You know people aren’t inherently bad

But neither are they kind

I build a wall, it needs knocking down

I build a stall, won’t you come and buy?

And please ask a question why

Who knows, you may receive one answer

I’m not that easily scared away

Though you’ll find I’m scared

And too often scarred

A face all marred

A tearful existence

Knock down my conscience

Create all hatred

If I build a tower it will be a one way trip

There in my back yard

I’ve climbed my hill

To find a mountain behind

I’ve paddled my lake

To come to the base of a waterfall

I’ve been to many a country

Many more I’ll find

I’ve been attacked by homo’s

But never found love

I’ve been attached to hobos

But always moved on

Now I’m tired

Built my last wall

Fallen off my last tower

Formed my last dream

Under the waterfall had my last shower

Think I’ve found some power

It comes from two

One is you

The other my God

Your God

Everyone’s God

 

FIRE TO SMILE BY 31/10/77

I’ve felt a fire inside

Of bright white light

Watched it kindled

Fed it with myself

Take me I’m gone

Get the face all smiles

Feed the faith walk for miles

I’m not the pretender

Not found in a blender

Though I’m still tender

Every bridge I’ll cross

Cos I believe

No fridge full of moss

What a relief

Pass a handkerchief

Wipe the sweat away

A signpost the right way

Only a trickle of tears

Not as in past years

I’ll not give in

Devil in the bin

Thrown into a spin

Gleeful fleeful

Muscular tuskular

Fly to a new sun

It’s deep inside me

Bring it up

Sun burn

I stand still depressed

But it always passes

Laughing in Masses

Lost the mosses

Head tosses

Red eyes

No demise

Few cries

All for joy

Smiles deploy

You know why

Well so do I

That little fire

Just grew another inch

 

OUT FISHING AGAIN 18/1/81

I’m not a very good fisherman

I’ve been out fishing for years

Collected all sorts of garbage

From old rotten boots

To terrible cold shoulders

Once I caught a live one

But I got my line tangled

I had to let her go

Took line sinker rod and all

I didn’t go fishing for a while

I had to buy a new rod and gear

I hope this stuff works better

Cos I’m getting hungry again

 

JUST ANOTHER GONE FOREVER 20/5/01

Closing the door to my flat

I’m alone here

Just another goodbye

Putting my socks in the wash

I wait for you

Just another so long

Keeping my eyes on the road

I miss you

Just another trail of sorrow

Watching the aeroplanes fly

I dream of you

Just another ache

Gazing out through the pane

I see you

Just another story of loss

Listening to Bach in the lounge

I hear you

Just another broken heart

Riding up in a lift

You’re standing next to me

Just another plunge into depression

Brushing my teeth at the sink

I kiss you

Just another day without love

Watching the guy get the girl

I hold you

Just another scream in my head

Hitting my head on the wall

You’re gone forever

Just another crash back to reality

 

CULL A COW A DAY 22/6/10

Cull a cow a day

Bash a bull

Mangle a Myna

Strangle a Starling

But cull a cow a day

Come on all you militant greenies

Cull a cow a day

Bash a bull

Choke a chook

Grind a goose

But cull a cow a day

The things are fouling up the country

Come everybody

Cull a cow a day

Bash a bull

Shoot a sheep

Hamstring a horse

But cull a cow a day

There’s no place for the birds and the bees

There’s no place left to play

For God’s sake please

Cull a cow a day

Bash a bull

Wrestle a rat

Massacre a mouse

But cull a cow a day

Now it might mean a little less food

But we can use that as an excuse

To wring the neck of a red-neck

Ooh yeah!

How about flambé a fisherman

Shanghai a shooter

But please cull a cow a day

Bash a bull

Douse a donkey (with petrol)

Crush a cockroach

But cull a cow a day

Doesn’t matter how or when or where

Just get out there and do it

Let’s show these environmental vandals

Cull a cow a day

It feels good to

Bash a bull

Slay a slug

Smash a snail

Just so long as you cull a cow a day

And while you’re at it don’t forget to

Flatten the flies

and mash the mosquitos

 

ANGEL DREAMING 2

Dreams come true for dreamers

I am dreaming with you

What’s within your navel

As you gaze upon the sea?

Birds and Batfish all beautiful

Per chance a little me?

A vision in soft white

She breezed into the plane

Island beauty

Island Belle

You cast a lovely spell

 

FAINT BUT EAGER FOOTSTEPS 18/2/11

Friday morning coming home

Saturday morning nearly there

Sunday morning I feel your hair

Mouth to mouth rejuvenated

Though our bones grow old and bent

The river runs deep between us

Hand in hand we are secure

The table is set

The meal in play

Mine eyes can see you

I can taste your sweat

Through the chaos

The daily distractions

My love for you retains

With faint but eager footsteps

My strength of resolve regains