Cactus Ordeal


I brought a poor little cactus
That needed TLC
It was looking very broken
After its third degree

It sat in a pinch of soil
As dry as Martian dust
It needed peace and quiet
And its daily crust

It had many broken needles
And was lacking a healthy shine
It had been shut up in the darkness
Where it had been confined

They’d asked it many questions
It didn’t know a lot
It was quite unsatisfactory
So they returned it to its pot

It was such a poor little beggar
That had been cast out
It was up for a quick sale
From the bottom shelf

But really it’s a best buy
Soon it will grow high
Forgetting its mistreatment
Growing up to the sky

Sunlight blinds me to the universe

Sunlight blinds me to the universe
At night I see the real sky – deep and starry

Why was I distrustful of the night?
Uncomfortable, claustrophobic

Look – a greater reality opens above
Our sparkling oversize crown

Sunlight in daytime blinded me
Daylight kept guard and scoured my eyes with its detergent

Cleaning every particle of the night sky from the daylights glare of blindness
The night was out of bounds

– Until now and those great distances
Breathe a kind of friendship

Darkness is a place in the sky
Sunlight, blinds us, shuts out the stars

The streets of maynotbe

I walk thru streets, thru the streets
Eyes stare, the eyes stare
Eyes divided by a frown
Yet there’s no human sound

I walk thru the streets of maynotbe
The human crowd as old as human life
Unwoven threads of people walking loosely
Into whatever kind of night they encase themselves into

If I’d just come back from heaven
Still nothing would change, nothing would matter
Tough rivers would run roaring and silvery

Man would weave through man
Crowd would filter through crowd
Weighed down by stones and pierced by angry stars

“Let’s hurry home”

I didn’t go out again – something inside – keeps robbing me
The cruel life of childhood pegs me down:

Yesterday I was out and the late-night fell
I saw a breathtaking city evening above the crowds

An inner whisper
She tugged like a horses bit
Upon my heart

It was my mother’s voice
I would be helping her with shopping in town
The child son child

Time on the horizon was going away
Like the sun – stars pinpricking at fears

“Let’s hurry home before your father gets back from work”
(With his head in the telly and his feet on the mantlepiece)

And we’d have to go back home: back to the slavery, back to the routine
Light up the oven, peel the potatoes, cook the dinner

And the crow of slavery repeats its death
And it has left behind its smelly carcass in my soul

The crow-of-slavery repeats its death  – it did not die
It left me behind its dehydrated carcass deep into my soul

For Van Gogh

vangoghs ear

While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48but Jesus asked him, “Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?” 49When Jesus’ followers saw what was going to happen, they said, “LORD, should we strike with our swords?” 50And one of them struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his right ear. 51But Jesus answered, “No more of this!” And he touched the man’s ear and healed him. 52Then Jesus said to the chief priests, the officers of the temple guard, and the elders, who had come for him, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come with swords and clubs? 53Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on me. But this is your hour-when darkness reigns.”

You are my blues


man stoneageShe treats me Like a common man
Indeed that’s what I am
But I love you, yes I do
I am your earth, you are my blues

You treat me like I am your slave
You work on me till I’m in my grave
But I love you, yes I do
I am your earth, you are my blues

You didn’t find me, I found you
You walked the streets in worn-out shoes
But I love you, yes I do
I am your earth, you are my blues

Julie New Age

Judy new age

Katie New Age
Got what she needs
Long gypsy dress
Some coloured beads

She’s got a boyfriend
He lives by the track
They both ran away
They won’t be back

They call him the Haywain – (hey Wayne)
He has a living wage
He loves her like no other
His Katie new age

Old age, new age
What’s it matter
So long as you got love down
On a platter