A Whole Month Later........Good Grief.

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.