Planet of the Car

This was an earthquake of the heart
This was rock rubbing against heart
This was a sack full of dreams crushed
By a car driving in the wrong direction
Into catastrophic motorway collision

There was murder dripping out of the engine
There was murder spreading across the tarmac
There was the son of an angel in great pain
There was a man in the far distance
Like a giant plastic radio watching

Yea though I swim in the sea of terror
As the bush fire sweeps o’er me
Little Koala Bear me

In a plan far away
The ground is made of tiny diamonds
That cut through your feet
So here’s to you
Mrs Robinson
The producer loves you more than you will know
And Father Christmas says Hello

There was an earthquake
As if the carpenter
Had fitted two doors in every doorway
And the windows slid down the wall and burst open
Some people said it was a gospel choir
In the house of the plain god
By the side of the motorway
On the road to Delphi
Driving little red and blue wooden children ’s cars

To the edge of the cave of the oracle
Vomited for the camera crew
This was now – by heavens decree
The planet of the car

For on the morning of Friday the 13th
Every car on the planet was up and running
Every garage was active
Every oil pump was
As bloody as bloody murder

Flypaper manufacturers are going out of business
Flies are defused
Flies are seeking shelter from the smog
Here is the sunset of a new era

A new earthquake
Twist the key
Wring out the key
Key of flesh, keyhole of man

There was an earthquake of the heart
A mighty hammer struck the continent
The great road system was peeled away
Like Sello-tape from a package
The package is the earth
Let’s reopen it
Let it open up

Let the earth open its doors
Bargain black Friday
Bargain water
Bargain wheat
A bargain white rhino
Smiling by the silo
In the acid rain
To add to the insane

It was an earthquake of the heart
It was how soft and sweet brown sugar crumbles
Saying No to the totem pole man
Who speaks by his radio tower AKA Radio
New Suplosity, Mazarony Bay, Bangor Main

To all my peoples
To all my adherents on the planet
This is good
We can do all we want
It the water rises
We will push them back
If the fire rages
We will snuff them out
It the torandoes twist
We will untwist them

“Listen” said the politician
In my recurring nightmare
“Look” we can destroy planets

Shine on

I’m feeling so down,
This time I might drown
And the stars that I knew
Are gone behind the moon

Shine on over the water,
Shine on over the sea
Now you’re gone it’s hard to go on,
Can someone come and save me.

My breath is misted with darkness
My eyes are faded and dim
And the stars that come to my rescue
Told me I must learn how to swim.

Shine on over the silver
Shine on over the pool
Dip your arms in the water
Help this drowning fool

The leader of the pack had a knife in his back
And a heart that was as cold as a stone
At the opportunity to be rid of me
He took his decision on his own.

Shine on over the water
Shine on over the sea
Shine on in the darkness
Shine your light on me


Living in the robot world,

Living in the robot world, living in the robot world
Scurrying like rats in drainpipes

Living in the robot world, living in the robot world
Loving by the clock, tick tick tock

Starving in the robot world, starving in the robot world
Across the African plain, with the starving dying pain, starving in the robot world

The rich man flies to freedom in his central one
But I’m sure he’ll die of boredom after his work is done


It’s the new deal!

It’s the new deal said the priest as he took hold of the knife
And cut out the heart of the sacrifice

It’s the new deal said the president as the mass of people starved
He stood upon his altar – a pyramid of cars

It’s the new deal said the minister with this echo of words, he cries
As his people cling to workshops that disintegrate into lies

And on the ivory tower, the fat cat plays his hand
It’s the new deal he grins aloud as the world crumbles into sand

It’s the new deal of the century


Here is the remnant of the broken mirror

Here is the remnant of the broken mirror; try to move it and it becomes smoke.
I take it into another room; it refuses to reflect my thoughts and cries like a baby.

My temporal imaginary mind would not exist without it – it would become insane.
Desperately I stare into it – a starving orphan putting a hand into a barrel of water.

Anywhere else and it becomes mad, red embers glowing in the darkness of a cell.
After seven years do I get it back whole; my heart as young as a baby bird?


Gunter’s Strange Story

Bagshaw and Wood discovered him. – Bagshaw and Wood? Yes sir, the Solicitors. He was hiding in their sculpture garden … at the back of their office. Well, the secretary really, she was out there emptying the tea-pot down the drain because the electricity had been cut off when she accidentally disturbed a hidden wasps nest, she was stung several times before she got back inside to safety. She looked out through the cellar window to see this red-headed boy screaming for help as the wasps were all over him. The flower seller next door knew about these things, he turned his hose on them and they all fled leaving him writhing on the ground. I looked at him; he was the orphan boy who had gone missing last year from the convent in Wapping. Even now he wasn’t about to be so easily captured, gritting his teeth he jumped over the fence into old UFO’S garden. UFO? Yes sir, so-called because he had a run-in with a UFO one dark morning flying above Commercial Road. He was walking back from his night job in Shoreditch and it following him, early one morning. A bright red ball, he stopped and looked around and there it was behind him against the western sky, late one morning. It came nearer to him as he stood there. I woke up in my bed above the office, disturbed by something and I looked out of the window and there they were: bright red UFO and our man. Then I saw it vanish, quick as the click of a camera. Yea, this part of Commercial Road you know, strange things have happened, you know sir, yes sir. Once a gypsy came selling lavender sprigs down the road and around the back, he was hungry sir. No one would buy anything from him. The next night Gerry hit round the back with a parcel of bombs. The old pub was saved that’s all I care about. The secret police came after the word got out, that is, about the UFO. Proper interrogation, tied to a chair, they concluded me and ’im was barmy. Now, this red-headed boy appears in the garden again, next night he was seen in a neighbour’s garden late at night, then another neighbour and another, police were called. Nobody could catch him. Then he seemed to be in two gardens at once, then the whole side of our street saw him, then … one strange night he appeared in everybody’s garden at once, staring at everyone staring back, then all of ‘em vanished as quick as the click of a camera.
The local reporter came round at least, but he wasn’t the real one. He questioned me. Ere who are you? I asked him. He winked at me, I was gone, and I left ‘im in the street. He disturbed me no end, this impersonator. Then Bagshaw of Bagshaw and Wood had a strange dream about me, sir, that I was an impersonator and that I was not who I said I was. But sir, honestly I am who I am. – I got sacked the next morning, they couldn’t take the chance of me not being me …