two million seconds on a ladybirds back

two million seconds on a ladybirds back
im flying dragons in a kiddies story
blytons tales and lewes fables
im eight years old rejoicing jack a nory

I never grew out of uncle franks hard time hatred
he played with me under the covers
i grew stronger because of his abuse
an introduction to  is all timed lovers

fiddled my private parts, alone and in anguish
i try to release and stare at the moon
stop touching me, im trying to sleep
lullaby baby in a cot asleep so soon.

never alone my mother did cry
he drew me over and the earth did revolve
my pianist fist, clenched and reasoned
my thoughts died and dissolved

why did you hurt me and so drew the blood
i never knew so much distress
my arse so abused. a sword so inflicted
unto the fissures dead and depressed

why did you hurt me my uncle
i never knew, so much i cried
this anguish and hatred disruption
for the telling this story, i lied

i could dance and laugh at your anguish
the power of an infant abide
to destroy an innocent tale
not to rhyme nor collide.

The Paris subway freak

I slept one night on a Paris subway
cold and all alone
fiddle playing as a cushion
pressed to my ear like a phone.

she walked by and smiled
donated a frank and shed a tear
in sympathy upon nuances
a unique position aqua clear.

those rosy red cheeks glowed like rocks
I died inside for a minuscule second
she donated her warmth to this tramp in the park
more than i could ever have reckoned

trains passed by but the carriage was empty
drowned by whisky and beer
my hands dried and nails too long
her lips on mine creating romantic fear

the paris subway showed me where to to go
my mind tripped her like a skipping rope
in a dizzy mind loop rainbow
I dont know how to cope

she said the words i love you
my beard all too long afraid
a Shakespearean play plaguing
this old imagination all a frayed.

and so on the subway station
i exist so all alone
i dream each night forgiveness
an empty skimming splashed the stone

To sleep i must become
my passing angel brushes my cheek
falling deeper into lethargy
I am that subway freak

Coal Face

I fidget
inexcusably
twitching with a nervous kindness
black rocks
shining
like mr coal face
mining on the slate
a thousand years to a diamond
Pressure building in a ring.raped of a distinguished
bunion,  buoyed,
I saw jig jagged
leveled, jeweled
told a year old story,
I proposed and she said yes
the ultimate guess
yet not to posses
at least not yet.
they died in the disaster
crumbled slower then faster
just because you said yes
a commitment for life
to become my trouble and strife
an amen of forever
bridesmaid and ushers
in laws and pushers
a cheap bard a que
Shakespearean speech
coals igniting a hamlet sinew
to the bone
of the marrow
inside the stone
no longer will i be alone
for the diamond spoke
she accepted the proposal
clinging finger
forgiven
the coal pressure.
the rare alone.
smile
the acceptance
the band plays
we dance
on shining shriveled
fingers endowed
with a diamond ring
and the crowd sang
as we clapped and then slowed
allowed the audience to stand and applaud.

butterflies don't fall in love with me

I lied to you,
told you I could dance on tables
that i could sing, the lyrics to,
i don't get around much anymore
play tenor sax,
I lied to you
to impress, saying sculpture were easy for me
portraits were a natural art
i could sew you a petty coat
i could captain a boat
wave goodbye to a crowd
i lied to you
i do not know Latin, nor Greek
i cant do calculus or
streak rainbows in the sky
for a child that is not mine
i lied
but be damned by it
i lied for a reason
its simple
i told tales
because i needed you
apologise i do
i can not see the shadows on the moon
nor can i draw down the flames of the sun
i tried to, believe me i did
the sweat was real, the perspire
butterflies don't fall in love with me
thats real.
I am not a liar.

qweeble

So tell me about the Qweeble.
The Qweeble is so much easier to describe than the non Qweeble,which of course is ridiculous in color and smells of nectarines.
So tell me about the Qweeble.
Its a preferred non entity of mass non identification that its brother, the non Qweeble habitates in ferocity and hibernates amongst blind infuriating winter gales, telling chilling tales amongst gatherings of the non Qweeble family.
So tell me about the Qweeble.
Its daughters dance in passionate wheezes, trying to attract the lesser Qweebles from under growth, that at most, hide in another beings shadow, feeling, i guess, i don't exactly know, but feeble.
So tell me about the Qweeble.
I'm unable to tell you about them. I don't know the prognosis, but I'maware, they stare at you from under the bushes, the hedges, the fences, the hences of, they hate us, they hate you, the ridicule.
QWEEBLE.
Oh, qweebles, yes, sorry if I felt the need to resist, Qweebles you say, I apologise, should have just gotten straight to the point, hope it was not missed,
Queebles, don't exist.

Mr Knock Knock

Mr Knock Knock

knock, knock
who's there
its the angel of death
what do you want, I'm six years old
knock knock
i answered the door Mr knock angel
your parents
what about mummy and daddy
they died tonight.
Is this the babysitter telling me?
In a car crash across the river bridge to home
no, I'm seven years old
grandaddy says you don't exist
knock knock i do
I live the life within you
you can't, i have no life in me anymore
my life died on the bridge
knock knock
i chose that for you, i always have
not anymore you bastard saint
you allowed them to drown
did I
you did
knock knock
its a joke no more.
knock knock
who's there?
the river was shallow, they survived
angel of death
you lied
that's what i do
to disturb and provoke you
Honey we are home
eight years old
continue.
Drowned faces found again
nine years old
sea the weed in me
nurture me to suck on the teet
you are too old
I'm not, you took them away,
we are here baby
that nasty old knock knock has gone away
really? mommy, really
No its me,
I love to see the pain on your face
teens
and pronounce i can without doubt
college years spread on campus
no more dread
fall in love with the girl I met
so pretty, i want to marry
I want to evolve
knock knock!
No, go away, I'm happy now, i don't need you
yes you do, I'm Mr knock knock
inside of your head
you should have been in the car that night
I will never go away
My friends call me guilt
here's my card
I'm thirty years old
I don't care, tap, tap, tap
I'M HERE TO STAY WITH YOU FOREVER AND ANOTHER DAY,
I have a two year old child, you are dead
KNOCK KNOCK
No
KNOCK KNOCK
No
KNock Knock
NO
no, no!
I have a three year old baby, you can't control me anymore.
I can and will,
Goodbye Mr knock knock.
Dont leave me
i need you,
im nothing without you
I'm
knock knock
who's there...........
no one at all.