up the apples and pears

up the apples and pears,

to seek the lib’ry’s fares,

take a book to a nook,

a new land in your hand,

live and learn without a care.

As the grass grows

As the grass grows,

My body slows

And I can’t find the time to mow.

At ankle height,

I’ve lost the fight 

And I feel my head getting tight.

When it’s up to the knee,

I’m rooted as a tree

And I can watch but cannot flee.

As it reaches the waist

I should be in haste

For this is not the time to be chaste.

‘cause then it’s at the chest,

It’s time to confess

Why I long since left my best.

As it engulfs my shoulder,

I’m only getting older,

And I wish every day I had been bolder -

But it’s drowned my head.

And soon I’ll be dead.

Because of all the things I never said.

Beyond and I am gone

Wishing that I’d shone,

Raised my hand and spoken up, 

Opened my eyes, woken up.

The Forever Grid

The forever grid looms,

The forever grid dooms -

At this, it excels.

The forever grid weaves,

The forever grid thieves - 

Using your intel.

It stretches on eternally,

Blinds you, makes your head dizzy.

It stretches on infernally,

Grinds you, makes your mind fizzy;

Frothy, a pool of despair,

It mocks you, leaves you blue,

Potty, the fool of nowhere -

It mocks you, but what to do?

The forever grid takes,

The forever grid slakes -

On your brain’s bowl.

The forever grid rules,

We’re the forever grid’s tools - 

Just give in.

It has your soul.

file away and forget

file away and forget:

close the notebook,

it’s the wrong nook;

so move on.

file away and forget:

put your pen down,

erase that sad frown

and move on.

file away and forget:

it’s your catchphrase,

code for hatch raise;

to move on.

file away and forget:

write it big or little,

make it official -

you’ve moved on.

Proustian Bread

I don’t know that much about Proust,

But I know tastes bring home to roost

Memories that will sit and take root,

Transport you, give a nostalgic boost.

At the weekend I made my first loaf,

After months of yeast procrastination.

Eating slices opened up pictures

And scenes in my imagination -

Bread made by my mother 

With salad in summer, 

That bread still warm from the roast.

Soup filled up with croutons,

Morning breakfasts in Bruton,

At my Aunt’s - all kinds of toast.

Just a taste or two

And away my mind flew

To pastures of plenty and past.

Just a taste or two

And away my mind flew

To remembrances perfectly cast.

Of Marcel I don’t know a great tot,

But I know about hiding, of memory’s lot:

To wait until a trigger is wrought,

And mind novels are written in a shot.

... drift off ...

 … drift off … 

… lift off … 

… into sleep ...

… dream deep …

...

… go under …

… to the rift …

… go plunder …

… take a sift …

...

… come see …

… imagine me …

… in the sea …

… dream of me …

...

… open up …

… show me you …

… open up …

… tell me true …

...

… my spell …

… i cast free …

… this well …

… to keep thee …

…

… i go under …

… to the rift …

… i go plunder …

… take a sift …

…

… drift off … 

… lift off … 

… into sleep ...

… dream deep …

… always …

… forever …

… with you …

… feeding me ...

Jack Frost, first portent of winter (A song)

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, is lying on the lawn,

Jack Frost, sleepy and tired, he lets out a yawn,

Come Jack, and sleep on our ground, we say,

Come Jack, we’ll have you round, we do say,

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, is over to stay.

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, is sign’ling our doom,

Jack Frost, creeping and sleeping, is lyin’ in our room,

There Jack freezes our bed, it grows cold,

There Jack fucks with our heads, they go cold,

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, makes our love old.

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, he nips at my toes,

Jack Frost, smiling and laughing, he watches you go,

No Jack, don’t watch me barefoot on the drive,

Go Jack, please leave me alone on the drive,

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, on this he thrives.

Fuck you, Jack, I’ll wait for the spring,

Fuck you, Jack, you’ll hear laughter ring,

I’ll lay on my lawn with the daffodils,

Breathe new love and take my fill,

Fuck you, old Jack, I will find me a fling.

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, he can’t touch me now,

Jack Frost, crying in sunshine, I’m taking a bow,

No Jack, I tell you, you’ll not breach our door,

No Jack, you see now, we’ve locked the door,

Jack Frost, first portent of winter, we’ve got the floor.