Turquoise Monster

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.

Sound crashes over me
Continuos wave of noise
Distorting Intent
Blurring distinctions

People here, people there
Concephany of voices
Esculating with the day
Hemming my thoughts

No distinction of words
Just thunder booming
Loud undulations
Growing intense
Making me smaller

Retreat in silence

Boiled eggs
Fried eggs
Poached eggs
Pickled eggs
Curried eggs
Scotched eggs
Scrambled eggs
Nest eggs
Golden eggs
Chocolate eggs!

Ghost of the ghetto
Your shadow is long
Reaching the present
In teachings and films

Ghost of the ghetto
The nightmares of man
Clouding the mind
Of one who was never there

Ghost of the ghetto
the I look to you
Is my fathers fear
Of you of the hate from which you grew

Ghost of ghetto
He never knew you
His father narrowly missed you
still he fears your return

Ghost of the ghetto
Remember of the crime
locked in a soul
perplexed by the insanity

Ghosts of the ghetto
Stain into life
So the truth cannot be seen
Your meaning hidden

Ghost of the ghetto
in resonance lies
An echo of hate
How propaganda binds

Ghost of the ghetto
A tradgedy full told
And yet the class missed it
We saw only facts

Ghost of the ghetto
yeild to me
so I may weep
the concept of family, friend, child

Ghost of the ghetto
I see you there
The key is knowing
one face, one name

Ghost of the ghetto
who are you?
Those smiling faces
or walking skeletons

Ghost of the ghetto
in images I’ve seen
people who could be my family
and so at last the tears

Ghost of the ghetto
Your enamies here
I saw them myself
But they did not know me

Ghost of the ghetto
They tried to tell me
I was like them
the way I look

Ghost of the ghetto
I knew their lies
Bundled in modern context
I turned my back on them

Ghost of the ghetto
I’ve cried for you
How can I help?
I fear I can not

Ghost of the ghetto
It’s time to rest
You may live within
I’ll remember
I shall mourn
Especially the little ones
And those that were never born

Rivers flowing locked in time
Carving the landscape
Pushing down, down,
Towards the core
That it will never reach

Rivers carrying pebbles
Rolling them over and over
Wearing them smooth
Knocking off the edges
Perfection in growing small

Rivers pure blood of life
Flowing out to nourish the world
To emerald beauty
Life to the barren earth shoot

Rivers meandering
Here and there
A sinuous twist
A delicate fan
From mountain to basin

Rivers fed from the air
From rain drops large
And rain drops small
From snow that melts
And ice that falls

Rivers springing
From the underground lair
An artesian well
in lime stone found
Aquifers of dinosaur age
A reservoir
For a future yet uncharted

Rivers anastomosing across the plan
But only in times of old
Creating braiding
And intricacies of habitat
For creatures that once abounded

Rivers carrying the silt
Of fertile planes
Needing to burst banks
That humans have made
Constraining all
Until it breaks