The lost treasure of the earth

The lost treasure of the earth, the teeming machine wildlife giants the flimsy things that fluttered the colourful tapestry of flora.

Imagine it, bursting with hue and noise of creatures the opposite of our days, roaring, singing, crying creatures
in a climate so different to our seasons.

Their blood flowed back to front, their heats beat inside out, their minds thought upside down, their spirits crashed through life and death.

They lived in the dreams we never dream were born into a world like another planet, their ecology was like a strange unreal necklace, a shining constellation in oceans of space.

They sprang up and then disappeared, they came from nowhere and left their footprints in history, their dramatic appearance was mysterious, they vanished like the light of autumn sunset.

What makes living things come and go what replaces them with different worlds? The interference of the human species is but a giant gnat bite to this power of life.

October 2020

The opposition:

More of those days
Like paving slabs
That lead to execution
Of government plans

To the shutdown
Of government country
Of everything they lay claim to
Man and beast

The virus is king
It is in control of its own fate

All the ministry can do
Is to hold hands
And form a ring
And sing the hymns of state

It won’t be over till the fat lady sings
To the white cliffs of Dover
The shipwrecked will cling
And Britannia will mourn her lover

The leader:

We will mourn for our friends
And our family
before this is over

then we will get back to work
and carry on as ever

we will rebuild new Jerusalem
where the feet of Jesus once trod
reinstall the world in the wood
insurance claims will blame God

If you put me on the stage

If you put me on the stage
Would a bouquet of flowers
Appear out of my head
Would I open my big mouth to sing
And swallow the first row
Would I get into a fight
With a disapproving policeman

If you put me on the stage
In an oversize suit
Before the curtain comes down
Would I run off with the chorus girl
Would I be as drunk as a wet dog?
Would I pull the wrong lever
And the audience start revolving

Would I be on the apex
Of a troupe of acrobats
Or trapped in a melee of hoola-hoops
Or preaching about the coming apocalypse
Or interviewing a glamorous scarlet starlet
About her latest blockbuster

Well here I am
But I’m in a field somewhere
And a couple of rabbits have stopped to stare
And a butterfly has landed on my nose

I study you everyday

I study you everyday
Like someone
Would study Mozart

The simple melody
Of your existence
Mundane as the sun
In drainpipes
Or a hover fly
Looking for sweet dew

I copy the chords
From your daily routine
Chords I’ve never seen
From places I’ve never been
from times ‘ve been without
From arpeggios of your breakfast
That you’ll never forget
Like the gold shiny railings
Around your memories
That brace you everyday
In your spiritual hospital
Of neglect and fear
Of leading a bear
To a tea party
Which is something
All girls
Should learn to do

I study you every day
Like someone
Would study Mozart
And the more I look
The more I learn
Of ho the modes
Affect you more
Tan your minor tone
And shift you
Off from the stage
Into the wings

Then suddenly
It begins to fit
I learn to play
The accompaniment
To your life
To your melody
Using pattern four

As you roll along
In your private coach f dreams
With all your livery
Straight for the sun

I like to look into dark corners

I like to look into dark corners
Where you scrape away the dust
And find a paper clip
Where you shine a torch
And a white starving spider
Clambers away to safety

I like to look into dark corners
Where the broom cannot go
Is something living there
Hiding in a shadow
Where a dead hollow fly
Spins around on its back
And a small dice from a Ludo game
Turns up

I would like to find
Something special
But there never is
There’s a farthing
That my granddad lost
A hairclip
From my mother’s perm
A receipt from a shop till

Then you dream that you wake up
In that same dusty corner
And you crawl like a baby
Into a valley made for children
Or you spin in the dust
And when you come to a stop
You are pointing at a door

Mr. Speaker

How the body speech
Is smashed against the rocks
And used f like iron cannon balls
Mr. Speaker

How the spoken word
Is demolished into blood splatter
In the mouth of a dream
By fragments of wood
Mr. Speaker

How the creaking sound
Is put through the blender
And used to rub down
The stock market
Mr. Speaker

How the language of science
Is used like a bendy balloon
And pushed into molds for teacups

Mr. Speaker
You well know this
How words make up trains of thought
That run off the tracks
And crash down hillsides

Mr. Speaker
You well know
How the souls of people
Leave letters burning in the fire grate
Like dislocated shoulder blades
And the ocean inside a rib cage
Is over fished by the common good

Mr. Speaker
We’ve heard all about it
Haven’t we
About how the opposition
Hang out their dirty laundry
In Daffy Duck cartoons for the elderly
Whilst walking hand on shoulder
Through the sewage pipes of a blind man’s bluff

And Mr. Speaker
Before I hand over to the honourable member
For mouth sores
Let me say this
I applaud all she does
For washing machines

Like wartime London

Like wartime London during the blitz

Like wartime London during the blitz
The aftershock of invasion
Some give in and some resist
The invisible breath of covid
If you could reveal it with coloured dye
A whole new empire might emerge
Of pathways hither and thither
And at the end of the pathways
Is a wooden spoon, a potential death
In massed housing of the poor
Should they paint across the door a red cross?
Should the Marshalls lock them in?
Should the Marshalls seal them up?
The virus likes the lower levels
The dark passageways it travels
Where people do not matter
It makes their lungs rattle
It consumes them like convenient meals
The virus has a key to open deaths door
And in through there the people pour
It sets a clock on chromosomes and cells
It sets the alarm on the unpaid loans of life
The battle fields of hospital wards
In the oxygen masks and lumpy overalls
Amongst the movable instruments
The wheelie beds, the bleepers
The covid coma victims are set like cultured pearls
They are given prognosis like now or not yet
And just as in the beginning of any battle
Those in denial speak the loudest
Those in denial act like fools
Wanting to live their life together
Without interference
Wanting to keep their world together
Ignoring supervision
They cluster and they complain
The virus doesn’t matter
They are immune to death and pain
They believe in themselves
They put themselves first
And the virus passes right through them
One dies here, the others continue oblivious
This is the advantage of being a virus
It kills and it does not have to answer
It uses the foolish to target the weakest
And where there’s neglect it’s at its strongest
And the angel was told to pour out the vial
And leave the olive and the grape
And a third of the people died
But of those who remain will they place the blame
Will they continue on the same?
This after all is human nature
To love what money can buy
But there is not enough money to save them
Wealth against death falls short
It’s better to be a public servant
Then to pack the beaches
But even with this career
There’s an element of fear
Big events are made by big people
And the biggest person of all
Is invisible after all

The culture vultures of Ulster

I went into a darkened room
There were lots of people in the gloom
Multimedia butterflies
Greek poets in disguise
I went up to this girl to ask her
What’s all this? What come s after
From the famous theatre of Ulster
Where everyone is a culture vulture

A man with a face of Mona Lisa
A girl leaning over like the Tower of Pisa
A salamander said he was Shakespeare
I was the only normal one there
I knew I had not ask
They were the members of the cast
From the famous theatre of Ulster
And everyone was a culture vulture

There was wine and caviar
There was whisky in a jar
Cream cakes piled up to the ceiling
I could hear they all were screaming
It don’t matter just come as you are
Come by foot or come by car
We are the famous theater of Ulster
We are all culture vultures

Jesus in the waterfall

Jesus in the waterfall
With the sweet taste of starlight
And living pebbles beneath his feet
And a handful of sparrows

Jesus in the river rapids
Sailing like a sword
Billowing like a top sail
With the mathematics of the word

Jesus in the estuary
With a fleet of ships out bound
Sailing ahead of destiny
Beneath the eyes of eternity

Jesus sits in the mountains
Holding the reins of the rivers
Caught by the lens of a camera’s eye
By the shoals of fish flying by

The law tracked him down to his office
In the detective agency
Somewhere in the old downtown streets
With the roaring words of the rain
And radio playing children’s games

Working from home, you hear things
Better than you do down under
Where you talked to a wall of silence
And lived with a family of hyenas

Working from your home in downtown
At night, your dream continues
Like a bird on the giants causeway
You make it all the way to England

In the icy sunset

In the icy sunsets charm of D minor
I can hear a yellow river
Flowing into a red sea
I can hear the preparations of the bride to be – in D minor

In the ice flows of the northern territory
Where the blood of whales fills the sea
I hear the drone of Canadian geese
Flying leeward in to the thunder

In the icy sunsets charm
Of their brutal tuxedoed arm
Where because of a dreams alarm
There is a desert frozen by nights decree

In the chiming rigging of D minors lemon liqueur
Lips struggle for breath
Courage is wrapped in gold leaf
And ghosts descend the palace steps

and the bride hides what she has left
The arpeggio of D minor