Room 601 is leaving

Room 601 is leaving
He’ll soon be on his way
He’s going to catch his flight back home
Sometime later today

Room 601 is packing up
The things inside his mind
The odds and ends of undone things
That never can be tied

A silent flight inside his heart
As she vanishes from the room
A dream unfinished in his head
Is like a broken loom

Again he’ll wait at terminals
Looking at the time
While the world around him
Is shaking off the wine


And one more time he’ll cross the sky
Looking where to land
Looking for the home lost in the sands of time

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

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
To be free

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

The birds
They fly
To the rooftops
The lizards
Crawl there

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

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

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

Here is where I got the idea for this poem:
i will be reading you



The Commune rock

He was a long-haired cat on a rocking farm
He was the blues in a hat over the morning’s alarm
It was in the countryside amongst the rolling stock
With the guitar pick that played the commune rock

It was the Vietnam War when they turned aside
To try to be free in the countryside
They burned their cards they burned their suits
They live like gypsies in cowboy boots

To the festival they would go and flock
With the guitar amp and the commune rock

They broke the barricades and the walls came down
They rocked to the blues in the crossroads town
It was these changing times that boke the jailers back
With an electric axe that played the commune rock

They tried to break their symphony; they tried to top the song
They made new regulations saying it was wrong
To play the commune rock
To stand on a stage like in a high court dock
And make their plea for the commune rock

They brought in armed policemen, they brought in GCE’s
They stopped the artists painting and the music that was fee
But the albums had been made the vinyl had been pressed
The music went around the world; it passed the old grey whistle test

It had rose up through the music charts it was in the record shops
It went out from the dance halls and became the commune rock

There’s got to be a way to beat the blues

There’s got to be a way to beat the blues
I need to get more wear now from these shoes
Whenever I take out
The recycling I seem to doubt
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues

Well there’ got to be a way to beat the blues
Nailed down on me like a coffin lid
Sometimes I stop to see
A funeral that could be me
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues

So I’ve carried these blues such a long time
All across the northern hemisphere
So I stare up at the stars and I wonder
What’s it like to live now without fear

Well there’s got to be a way to beat the blues
Maybe that’s why I’m staring at the news
Looking far and wide
For a love here by my side
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues