Turquoise Monster

I have a problem with my gob
I have a problem with my mouth
Not the teeth or gums or that
But the incesent noises
that come out
Babble
When I am on the phone
Yabble Yabble Babble
When I answer the door
Gabble Gabble Gabble yabble yabble babble
When my bloke tries to sleep
yak yak yak yak
Gabble gabble gabble
yabble yabble
babble
When my best friends on the phone
Even when am on my own
Apart from the cats – all thats heard is
Witter witter witter witter witter
yak yak yak yak
gabble gabble gabble
yabble yabble babble
I burble about blather
I emplor you to stay and chatter
I’ll natter to the knitters
And witter to the writers
What more can I say
I am the Yabble Babble

Star stuff filtered through the cosmos
Star stuff smaller than dust hurtling away from explosive stella deaths
Star stuff heavy metal elements of choice
Star stuff light hydrogen and helium
in plasma soup
Colliding destroying reforming
different atoms to be
Diffusing out from red giant expansion
Layers of reaction
Different star mechenisms for different elements
star stuff permeating the void
Drifting away from its crucible bed of origin
Star stuff amalogomated clouds
A nursery shroud
Nebulea of the new star birht and planetary spheres
Spinning in eccentric concentric dance
Once planet of star stuff
still pummeled by larger buts of star dust
A planet like all made of star stuff
A planet were the inorganic befan to replicate
A planet were star stuf became organic
Became something more
became organised into organisms
Star stuff alive
Star stuff crawling on beaches of star dust
With elements of stella origins at their core
Star stuff walk
Star stuff talk
Star stuff refines elemetns from stella explosions
and sends a rocket to the stars
Star stuff has been watching the stars since it first became aware
Now it is time for star stuff to truly see what is out there

All your internets belong to us
All your message exchange we see
To Whom and when and where
So don’t you dare
Step out of line
Or we will spy
Listen with taps upon the line
Are you disobeying?
Did you buy a chicken
Offer your boyfriend a licking?
We’ll decide what’s right and wrong
All you have to do is go along for the ride!
The Unemployed don’t need no pride
All your Prides belong to us
We’ll strip you of your rights
If there was enough prisions
you’d all be wearing strips
All your asses belong to us
All your lives as well
But hell
Without the nhs they wont be long or well
All your lives
All your lives
All your lives
Belong to us
So be quiet now
that’s right
don’t make a fuss

Seclusion
Thatched hut hidden
Gemmed light
Gloaming the green-gold
Of transendence
As thoughts pile up
Slide into sleepy contemplation

Pale brown
Smoothly warm
Oil twinge
Metallic sweet
Acrid burny tingling
Comfort relax
down time

The feather floated down from the bird
It was made of sugar spun
Soft and sweet
Such feathers covered a body of chocolate
On feet of cake
A bird who built the nest
Who hatched from the egg
That the easter bunny laid

The bird sat next to puppies of sour dough
Sustainance to kids so sick
becoming healthy with medicines hospitals made
Beds strewn with flowers of pink
Candy shades of pills
Tablets the colour of sea side rock
And drips of sweat and salt
And blood

The children waited with sore eyes and missing limbs
Waited for treats
And stories to kill the time of boredom
Not knowing to fear that they could have been the killed
But suspecting something

Mary and Jean’s room is such a mess
You can’t see the floor
As they have so many toys
Toys they have galore!
There are teddies, dollies
cars and trains
and don’t forget the spacecraft
and the planes!

There’s coloured blocks
buried beneath bar sheep socks
And Jean’s collection of interesting rocks
There are soft blankets to snug
Iridescent glow in the dark slugs
Dragons and monsters and more
All stuck as stickers upon the door
Plus a papier mache castle – cor!

There are dinosaurs and tigers,
butterflies and flowers
Dress up cloaks to give them super powers
A clock with brightly coloured cogs
Floppy cuddly big eared dogs
Not to mention the jumping frogs
The scattered board games
And a computer that has been tamed
A picture of a black bird framed on the wall
Books full of adventures cascade
And then as the day light fads
Two explorers find sleep hard to evade
Curled up in dozy dreams
Within a time machine
Made of blankets and bunk bed beams
It’s time for snoozing and some epic dreams!

Dark rhythm beat pound
Star pin wheel
Dizzying array
Intoxication life
Pollute interllect
Burning thought
Myred grave
Sick stomache
Slosh of pain
Icy dread
Rememberance
Sinking to the marrow
Spun silk thread
Stregthen fragile form
Echo of grace

Little blisters of atmosphere
Litter the hillside
Coloured flowers
Of festival field
Flutter in breeze
Banner bright
Storm lit trees
Rain soaked vibrance
Sun and cloud
Bubbles arising
Liquid dreams
An offering to the sky
A rainbow arch
Fixing memories
To the minds eye

Fairy taodstalls by the bar
Science in the big top
Mice appearing from top hats
Flowered head garlands
And silk head scarfs
A face painted tiger in pink
Called Jean
With monster feet
And fluffy luminous tail
Poetry
And pompom sheep
Ageing cyber hippies
Playing pre-punk goldies
Drum circle pounding
Of an ice-cream filled 6 yr old
Vegan curry consumed
in a dedowin tent
Toddlier with fresh festy wellies
Falls in the mud
Grinning from ear to ear
Asks for milk and settles to the soothing tones
Of the Cadbury Sisters
Pizza and a late drive home