Alternative Lifestyles

Babies

Babies are born
From a spring
They emerge
One by one
They crawl
Through meadows
Through forests
Then they reach
The factory

Inside they are building houses
Inside they are making guns
The babies
Crawl
All the way back
To the spring
To find hundreds more babies
Who had seen the same thing

Onion Parenting

In an onion
The parent
Is born first
Then the child is born
And covers the parent over
Protectively
The parent in the middle
The children
Growing all around
When the family is fully formed
A plant emerges
And a new parent I born

Who needs men

Who need men
Who needs war
Who needs trains
Who needs hardcore
Let nature take over
The well spring of life
The meadow of morning
The forest of night

What if

What if
There was an earth
Where there was only one man
And females only gave birth to females
What would this earth be like?

Keep away
Star Trek

Three stars in prison

Three stars in prison
Who fell from the sky
There were three tar in prion
Who dreamed of their guy

Three stars in prison
Leslie Pat and Kate
Blood on their hands
For devotions sake

Three stars in prion
Brainwashed and sad
A lifetime in prion
For what they did bad

He twisted their mind
He spun them a tale
Now they are pending
Their whole life in jail

The duke has died

The duke has died
The newscaster with the face like a draining board
Said the queen will be next

I turn over
A picture of an atomic explosion
Comes out of the mouth of another newscaster

Multiple explosions
Will it be Russia?
Will it be China?
Will it be Iran?

I switch off
All is sunny

I was born in the driver’s seat

I was born
In the driver’s seat
Of a car
That has gone
Out of date mad

I assemble a new car
From the branches of trees
From the rocks I dig up
From milk bottles

I route the branches
Into the milk bottles
I round off the rocks
To make wheels

I dream about my new dashboard
Like a meeting place for witches
In a rocket ship to the moon

Someone whacks it mid-flight to mars
With a hammer

I collect the guts of the rocket ship
Onto a table cloth
To update them
With anti-alien software

I walk about the two dark inner rooms
Of nowhere
Like a piece of defunct machinery

I do not see colour anymore
And my speech is lonely

The New Lawman

The new lawman

The new lawman moves into town
On the edge of the sky, with desert all around
Pretty soon he starts Shootin’ people down
it’s just his job to shoot people down

The new law lived above the saloon
He spat at the moon, he kicked the spittoon
He invited people into his room
Just so he could shoot ‘em down
It was his job to shoot people down

He didn’t ask, he didn’t judge
He hated the town, he bathed it in blood
Men and horses by the pound
It was his job to shoot ‘em all down

He bent the law; he made his own rules
For miners and cowboys; for churches and schools
Rules that no one could obey, he laid ‘em down the lawman way
It was just his job to shoot ‘em all down

The judge and the lawman; the gun and the gown
Made the rules to govern the town
Any one smiled the law came around
It was his job to shoot ‘em all down
It was his job to shoot ‘em all down

Pretty soon Everyone was dead
So the lawman Shot the judge in the head
Then he got on his horse and he rode out of town
He’d done his job To shoot everyone down

The New lawman (sketch for a blues song)