To Kiss Jezebel.
This is my kiss to you,
My Jezebel, I'll be
your Judas,
I'll be your downer,
Killing you with
kindness.
"4 across; a
strong feeling."
Emotion, a parody of
your loving.
Melt my emotions,
electric cattle prod,
Swimming and ill-formed
by children,
Cruel twist to deepest
Freudiana,
Oedipus finds his girl
every time.
Reject your tenderness
for ice,
Cruel twist my
attention to ignorance,
Meant kindly, to cut
umbilicae,
And because I can't say
"no".
Jezebel, this time my
only protection,
Is residual pain,
bought from your sister,
Sinisister, glove touch
to erect,
Then deep chasm
abandonment.
To weep, to sleep,
In a drunk and
ecstacistic heap,
Is to moth candle
cavort and die,
Deep within my flaming
eye,
And to drown.
To kiss you Jezebel is
to switch,
Fear and lust to
possession,
And now, is my Iscariot
moment.
Valentine.
I love you so very
much,
I’ll be the bunny in
your hutch,
I’ll be the
nightingale singing in your tree,
If only you’ll say
that you love me.
I love you so very
much,
Deep in my soul I feel
your touch,
Deep in my heart your
love grew,
I’ve always known
that I love you.
I love you so very
much,
You’re not Welsh,
you’re not Dutch,
My heart, my soul with
love you fill,
I love you, ‘cos you
are brill!
Wedlock
It’s the saddest
thing ever
But I know that it’s
true,
I married the bottle,
Before I ever met you.
I know that I love you,
As all people do,
I know that I need you,
Like the bear needs the
zoo.
An unfortunate feeling,
In the heat of the
night,
Sent senses reeling,
And made you switch on
the light.
A large whisky glass,
By the light of the
lamp,
Can answer all your
questions,
Your eyes look so damp.
It’s the saddest
thing ever,
But you know that it’s
right,
I’m afraid of the
sunshine,
You pour into my life.
I know that I need you,
Like a dog needs a
home,
I know I can love you,
When we are alone.
But this fear never
leaves me,
I’m not sure where we
are,
Are we flying through
cloud-scapes,
Or just stood at a bar?
Lullaby
You can’t talk, so
you sing,
You sing, with fist and
foot,
And the chorus breaks
my heart,
As rejected bags and
boxes descend our stairs.
I tell my truth, but
you see the lie,
Or so you say when
hairs get split,
Milk is spoiled and
wine is spilt,
The air crackles with
electric passion.
Your song has words,
but less of sense,
Than broken lamp and
DVD,
Uninvited sense of
another world,
One of lies and mental
fracture.
I can’t sing yet am
hardly dumb,
And carry home my
tuneful chattels,
Blood pressure pounds
against failed repair,
A way to more broken
promises.
There’s blood on the
floor, the chair the table,
Sad glassy reminders of
bills to pay,
A chorus of bruises and
electric shock,
Uninvited, unwanted,
mental intrusion.
The dark feeling clouds
slowly
Encompass your memory
And heated evening
moments
As you turned to them
all :
"Funny how I
forgot to kill myself,
And go below."
Darwin, sitting on the
Beagle,
Once saw flying, a
Golden Eagle.
"Is that related
to the thrush ?"
"Or to Basil, and
his brush ?"
Domdamiel.
Domdamiel waits for me,
Thy kingdom lies here,
beneath all this,
The blades of power,
each far apart,
The old grey man waits
too.
My initiation is near
complete,
My inheritance near
revealed,
Nothing can stop me
now.
Draughts.
Open that cast iron
door,
Let light, and luck,
pour in.
Admiring this
cultural-pursuit...
Do you mind the voyeur
?
As he sits up in bed,
And takes a deep
draught
Of your sexual
perfection ?
As he sits up in bed,
As he reaches over to
touch you,
As he breaths the warm
kiss
The sweet kiss and his
eyes
See inside the mind of
you.
Do you mind ?
The Dawn Fox.
The only sight that's
more beautiful,
Than the dawn fox upon
the fell,
Is thirty hounds upon
his line,
Scent rising and
hunting well.
The day is fine in bad
weather,
When they fly upon his
track,
Draw wide then they
come together
There's no time for
hanging back.
But bright Charlie is
bold and true,
When pressed from the
rocks into sight,
His footing is sure as
above we view,
Merlin and Message take
up the flight.
Their musical cry
alerts the others
That Charlie has made
his break,
"Come run with me
my brave brothers,
No moments rest can we
take."
The melodious notes
from the forestry,
The pack thunders
towards the fell,
Awake you followers and
hark to me,
Live for once, in the
tales you tell.
Our hearts burn, as we
reach the peak,
Hounds white dots, a
distant string,
"Have they checked
?" We ask, but then they speak,
Making the woods below
us ring.
Charlie has now doubled
on the track,
But Mowbray has caught
his scent,
Charger and Linnet are
upon his back,
His doom is what they
meant.
This day Charlie
doesn't get away,
As the pack divide his
bones,
We catch up and in the
fray
The horn sings out in
mournful tones.
The pack is vanned-up
and for bed,
They still sing for
half the night,
Making sure they're
housed and fed,
We find the nearest
fire's light.
We warm ourselves and
toast the hounds,
For us the best in the
lands,
The time's for songs
and winding down,
With a glass of whisky
in your hands.
