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Oh market day in small town UK
Labels: Fester Bryan
Winding along the green
Labels: The Grey Road
Walk on the hypotenuse
Ghosts in lime, for a cheesecake reverie.
In the dark lake
Ravaged in the sunshine
Acute angled black lines
I would like to shave
A B see me
Slave to the rave trade
Headache oh grossen farten
Deep down in the age of history,
Arn's world is a spacial place
The pink and white dogwood trees
I slip away in a dream
Here I am in Naples
They had entered the regional heats
Golden bears dripping in honey
Labels: In the Holy Grail of Holy Grails
When I went to the rubbish tip
In the twilight world
Out of the window we can see
The tidy lawns of Mansion X
The inmates preen themselves
For two hours a day
And eat their sandwiches of processed cheese
Cross legged and chirping
When the motorbikes arrive
All look aghast
As the lawn is churned up
Tyres gouging the turf as wheels spin
The riders on the lawn
Have come to have a look
Then they are away
There is nothing for them here
We are safe from their danger
For another day
So out comes the backgammon
And the doctors notes are updated
UK Holiday ideas for all the family at
Did you miss me ?
In sadness and sorrow I see the fight,
Easy now walking down the street
bog is a chain
The knife slipped in and blood gushed out
A dream ?
Joe was a clerk in a grocery store,
Just an average guy, no less, no more.
He loved his country and attended mass;
Just an average guy of the middle class.
Yes, Joe was average like you and I,
A fine example of an American guy.
Then one day by the old mailman,
A letter came from his Uncle Sam.
The note was short but the meaning strong,
"We're fighting a war---you're invited along."
Now this was the start of Joe's new life,
a future of battle, blood and strife.
It wasn't anything to be glad about
Joe's body was weak, but his heart was stout.
They taught him how to shoot and drill,
And told him that he had to kill.
They taught him all there was to teach,
And Joe fought like hell on that bloody beach.
With a gun in his hand and a yell so shrill,
He lead his squad up "Dead man's hill."
Dying men with anguished cries,
Are a horrible sight for any eyes.
Joe heard these groans from dying men,
As they fell at his side again and again.
His leg was now bloody from a wound in the thigh,
To fight like a man seemed a sure way to die.
As he fought his way forward, the only one left,
His brain was too tortured to warn of his death.
As more bullets found him and ripped thru his hide,
His face shone a grin both bloody and wide.
He staggered on forward with a courage that's rare,
Lord, what's holding him up, the smoke in the air?
With a grenade in his hand and his teeth tightly clenched,
he fell headlong into the enemy trench.
A few seconds later, a resounding roar,
Told the death of the lad from the grocery store.
Now somewhere a mother will mourn for her son,
And generals will talk of the battle they won.
But why did it happen? When will it cease?
Will man never grasp an eternal peace?
I didn’t know you
I sat on the flint wall
Alarm bells are ringing
Lingering around my nasal cavity
As I thought Mr Drew
Oldy worldy nicey nicey
Ride a cock earwig to Banbury shed
Yellow stained tears
The blood boils
Esther, shall we go out ?
The sun shines outside
In the black hole my chest is squeezed
Which way ?
Green was the slime that covered my legs
a tulip in her hand,
swing oh swing, the road is long,
longer than the oceans of blindness,
that she has crossed to come to you...
Often she says "the woods are deep",
deeper than thoughts sleeping on a sandy beach,
where crystals washed a million times,
beneath diamonds in a purple sky
must wait for the sun to rise...
Only she knows,
only she can know,
from the other side of the street,
she comes to you,
a tulip in her hand...
Oh solid discs how you turn on an axle passed through the centre on a
vehicle for carrying passengers,
usually along a fixed route,
You move in a circular procession,circular procession,circular procession,
I have observed the discs on a vehicle for carrying passengers,
usually along a fixed route,
Move in a circular procession,
During the period of light between dawn and nightfall.
I lived in Hove in 1984
To be on this hill is my dream
The Mary Poppins Sing Along
As I walk along the way
Oi - what are you reading ?
Polar wind blows fierce against my body
Old Bill we called him
Tight snug in the woolly hat
The day my toothpaste raced the cat
Faint murmurings like wispy lace
9.15am Monday Morning
I take a short walk
To StarBucks for a caffeine fix
Three sugars for luck
And a chat with a big guy
Kicking rubbish soon after
I spied a pigeon
looking for scraps
I felt similar
That is small and shabby
So I went into A Sandwich Bar
Called Reggie's Big Rolls
To order a Tuna mayonnaise baguette
Which was nice
Then I saw you
A picture from the Sunday Supplement
Radiant advert for hair colouring
I remembered you from St Nicholas School
We had taught there in '86
You certainly had weathered better than I
So I sidled up and mentioned that fact
Shocked, you turned round
I could see you were vunerable
I could win this lottery ticket
The thought was instant
An instant win
More caffeine and successful chatter
Promises to meet in the near future
The wind and rain had let you off
But your soul was mildly dehydrated
Wrinkling your smile
You were not so sure of the right way
So in the next few days I shed my trampish skin
And dolled myself up
In suits and suede shoes
Practising ordering exotic cocktails
You really turned me around
And the rest is history
Now you sit here in your thick white jumper
With a hot mug of coffee
And Spongebob Squarepants on for the kids