A man-made day

There’s a man-made day
It’s a layer over the truth
It’s as deep as the grave
With fire for a roof

It slots in nicely
Between two trees
Its water is blood
Its mouth is made of cheese

There’s a man-made day
As false as plastic
As unique as
False teeth
Made to be fantastic

It’s a car park graveyard
For a forgotten king
It’s a satellite photo
Of a mass slaughtering
And everyone alive
Passes through

Well you need a bridge of gold
You need a bridge of love
To get over it
To avoid the demented day
Of mankind’s making

There’s a man-made day
Like a vacuum in a tin
They open up the lid
To see what’s caught within

Lady caterpillar man
With six legs and a beak
She used to work in the betting shop
Because she was a freak

She’s looking for the ladder
To fly up to the cloud
There she changes colour
There she’ll be very loud

About
This
man-made day
In the year

Well someone says
There are many ways
To be trapped
In a man-made day

All the water is taken by the city

Like water
Under a tree
In the desert
There’s never
Enough
To be free

It seems
All the water
Is drained away
To feed
The hungry
City

The birds
They fly
To the rooftops
The lizards
Crawl there
Too

There’s never
Enough water
In the desert
I’m the only tree
That grows here too

Well how
Can you expect me
To flower?
How can you expect me
To bear fruit?
When all the waters
Taken by the city
All the water’s
Taken from my roots

The desert is thirsty
For water
The sun shakes a finger
And says no

All the water’s taken
By the city
And I
I have nowhere else to go

Say goodbye to the blues

Say goodbye to the blues
Say hello to life
Maybe you found the clues
Maybe the keys were a knife

Say goodbye to the blues
Perhaps there’s no way out
Say goodbye to the blues
There are so many layers of pain and doubt

I see the big long car
Carrying you along
I said goodbye to the blues
I said goodbye to your song

Say goodbye to the blue
The pollution in your soul
The only thing the land ever gave you
Was a deep dark hole

Well the worms will keep you company
But for me, I can’t decide
Is it better to be buried
Or burnt into the sky
Into the sky

Say goodbye to the blues
All your hurt is done
Life has unshackled its chains on you
The devil finally won

Say goodbye to the blues
Wave goodbye as they leave an are gone
I believe they are leaving you now
For some other one

I’ll keep reading you

Well
I’ll keep reading you
Till the stars all are gone
I’ll keep reading you
Because you’re the one
I’ve saved all your letters
They clothe me and feed me
And though I have lost you
The words are now
Part of me
So I’ll keep on reading you
I’ll keep on reading
You

Well I first saw your words
In a bookshop
And I had to pick them up
Between the thumb and forefinger
Like a litter of pups
They scampered and they whinnied
They rolled their big round eyes
They spoke words
I’ll remember
All my life
Oh yes
I’ll keep on reading you

I’ll keep on reading you
I’ll open up your heart
I’ll open up your inner self
I never will depart
And I’ll race through the pages
Just like I always do
Yes I’ll keep on reading
Keep on loving
You


Here is where I got the idea for this poem: spacetimebae.wordpress.com/2019/12/13/alive-again/
i will be reading you

 

 

Cake Boxes

Windows
In cake boxes
And inside
There are six poems
In a plastic tray
And six poems
Have six faces
With six expressions
And silent voices
Waiting to be sold
Or given away
In a sale of the day
End of the year
Rummage
Through a thousand fears
And tears
On the supermarket shelf
Of life’s
Never-ending
Production line

The docklands street trader

I was sitting drinking tea
Which was all I’ve done all-day
When I heard a distant street trading man
I wonder – what did he say?

“Allbarkannoy, Allbarkannoy”

It would be nice to go and find him
To see just what he sells
I’d love to eat something nice
Strange, exotic, sweet smells

But the trades cry disappeared
Like a man who drowned in air
A man who pulled the wind on wheels
A man who was not there

Allbarkannoy, he called, allbarkannoy
Just what he was selling
I couldn’t tell from his cry

But maybe I’d mistaken him
For a man adrift at sea
Who’s just sighted land at last
And called out to me

Allbarkannoy, he called allbarkannoy

The words drifted on the wind
In a twilight zone
I wandered around my flat
Until I felt alone

While pulling a wagon made of wind
On wheels that rolled on water
A sailor trading with the sky
His mermaid for your daughter

Allbarkannoy, I heard him calling in my ear
But when I looked to find him
He’d simply disappeared

21 April

Her heart lies amongst leaves

Her heart lies amongst leaves
Her green heart
Breathing and beating.

Her heart falls with the leaves
Her blue heart
Sleeping in snowdrifts.

Her heart, scented with pine
Is evergreen like true love
Her heart scented by lilacs
Is cooed to by Turtle Doves

So many hearts hang on so many trees
One falls for you, one falls for me

Her heart is pierced by sharp pine needles
The pine cone tells of cold weather
She hangs up there on her torture tree
For ever and forever

Her heart beats where leaves breath
Her heart beats where midges weave
A spark of love flies from leaf to leaf

No rain from heaven can stop this grief
The tree turns red the flames dance
Higher and higher in Autumn trance

17 April