Turquoise Monster

Ribboned light locked her tight
within a shadows embrace

The embrace locked her place
Within the loop of time

Of such a time marked a crime
Within a crimson tide

Bloody tide, nowhere to hide
Within this hell of now

And as with now all shall bow
To the queen of desire

Of her desire build your pyre
Consumed in golden shame

And her shame smoldered to blame
Form which the solider crumbles

As he crumbles nations stumble
Into a deep recession

Dark recession gives a scarred impression
Of those who dreamed away

All away those things that sway
Beneath the moon beam lair

Within the lair you may loose all care
Of rational thought or act

Without that act you will make a pact
With the deamons within

With whats within you can not win
But lie broken and forlorn

So forlorn the warrior warn
With weapons scorch the ground

And on the ground such are found
The flowers of despair

Such despair for the lost – beware
As they wait in shallow grave

Lost the grave upon the wave
As time it’s toll did take

Lives to take and souls to break
As patrons fight the nations

As the nations loose those who choose
Those at home do suffer

All shall suffer like a war torn lover
Who stands at the gate

And at that gate their hearts do break
For exists is all the rougher

If a human grabs you and wont let go
even with claws flashing too and throw

The chances are its time for the worst
Being shoved in a basket always come first

The the engine roaring loud
Drowning out that little mewing sound

Then the vet whilst pinning you down rends
Their thermometer where it offends

That’s right they shove it right up your bum!
I think humans must think that it’s fun

And as if that where not enough
There will be an injection of foul looking stuff

Sore and aching and feeling rotten
You’re shoved back in that cage and promptly forgotten

So beware when the human over pets
It’s a sure sign that it’s time for the vets

Struggle as much as you can
Use your claws and have a human proof escape plan!

And failing all of that…
Do a revenge poo on their door mat!

Time did stretch and yawn and break
Winding into endless slithers
Of nothing
The base unit of all

Turn and twist the mortal plane
One road loops
Falls back on itself… in itself…
Of itself

Containing all in perfect empty fullness

To assault a banana is to create a drama
but not for the farmer who likes to
salt his narnas to feed to his llamas
who actually prefer sultanas
resulting in a banana-rama of banana munching llamas

Oh what a palaver
The banana-rama
of salting a narna
Which is really insulting to bananas
As it makes them sound like sultanas
which due to karma creates an uptight farmer
who will throw sultanas
At the assualter of bananas
even if they happen to be his llamas

But the farmers llamas love sultanas
And so have good karma for assaulting bananas
even when they are farmer salted narnas
for insulting llamas
As they get to much ob sultanas
Which they love

Oh what a drama!
The karma driven banana-rama of farmer llamas eating
sultanas for assaulting bananas the farmer has insulted by salted results in…

A banana-rama of a llama farmer panorama showing karma
Or maybe just a mess
well The farmer did do his best
I think he may need a rest from the stress of the banana-rama, drama of being a karmic llama farmer.

There’s a Timmy Puss and a Minni Puss
And don’t forget about the Betsy Boo!
There’s the Mistry Cat, who knocks the kittens flat
And don’t forget about old Clancy too
He’s a rather fancy tortious-shell and tabby
And they all purr together at the Snell-Pym zoo!

The Snell-Pym zoooooooooooo!

There’s a Jeany-Bow who is a bit of a rogue
But she’s really just a cutie pie!
That we call Bean
And she chases the cats with arms that flap
She likes dinosaurs and planes that sore
And don’t forget about chew-chew trains and more
She’s a toddler who’s thrown another wobbler!
Well that’s the J-Jeany rolls

There’s moles on the lawn and badgers in the hedgerow
Snakes in the compost heap
There’s a nut hatch there so the robin must beware

At the Snell-Pym Zoo
The Snell-Pym ZOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It’s 6:30, it’s barely dawn
I reach and stretch and yawn
Must be quiet
Must be quick
Climb on my window sill with a stick
And with it reach the window next door
Tap tap tap I go
And wait and tap once more
Ah a movement yes! He’s awake
There’s a crop circle but it could be fake
We pull ourselves up and out
It’s pre-dawn or there abouts
Wrapped up in blankets as we go
About these aliens we have to know
Sneaking out into the world
My hair is short and full of curl
His is blond as can be
We must not, I repeat must not be seen!
He bought milk and I a chocolate bar
We’re hunting creatures from a very different star

Come to me my little lover
Angel of beauty with softest lips
Come to me my gentle one
Strong and kind with a sharpness
Wit and humour make you great

I miss you when you are gone
I crave you with my all –
as I promised on the day of matrimony
Come to me my little lover

Come to me with masculine tones
Softened and tempered
My lover come to me
I await with arms open

I am the only person in my family to go to university
They were so proud of me
With a future to find
Qualified
And science too!
Nice and practical
Almost engineering
Practically a craft
But I betrayed them
Am I down mines finding coal?
No
Am I earning a slick mint in the city?
NO!
Instead I’m * coughs *
Writing * coughs *
drawing * coughs *
Being an arty farty
They hand their heads in shame
As the neighbours whisper…
Did you hear her on the radio?
Or see her on TV?
Yeah their daughter
An arty celebrity!

Jean is the little girl
With the hair that likes to curl
And she likes a buttered bun But of course in the spring
It likes to rain
Which is a bit of a pain
For a little girl called Jean
Who is so very full of beans
To be outside in the sun
Having lots and lots of childhood fun.

Large red heart shaped
Waiting to ensnare
Lighter at the core
Soft succulent
A summer treat

Artificail coxed to a sad perfection
You are over priced
Over engorged Watery and compared to your ragga muffin ancestor –
Insipid

For the races,
For the hotels
For Pimms with ice and mint
But as nothing to the wild
Smaller than a finger tip
Mostly a ghostly white
They taste of strawberry
intensified
glorified
And best of all free!
Nestled in the hedgerows
Consumed by passing birds
And those few who know the secrets

Same really I can eat neither
Stupid food allergies.