poems

Rumour has it that in all the English language
one word stands all alone and strange
Incapable of matching anything in rhyme
all out on its own, there is orange
Pristine and unsullied by countless bards
forever destined to make the poet cringe
safe beyond all reasonable rhyme
all out on its own, there is oringe
Which ancient thaumaturgist can compete
for his phylacteric posturing in his henge
with that which has enthralled so many in its time
all out on its own, there is orenge
What other metalepsis can explain it
it has not a name tag on its flange
can nothing ever come to stand beside it
all out on its own, there is orange.

MV

The first time that I fell in love,
was great, was fun;
                                            for a while.
Then the paint begins to crack,
just a little, just a bit;
                                            after a while.
Loves only blind at first,
eyes open, open wide;
                                            after a while.
The second time I fell in love,
I screamed, curled up to die;
                                            for a while.

                                                                             MV

With clear unblemished skin,
and hair of burnished gold.
With a body feline thin,
and posture straight and bold.
Who glides were others walk,
who speaks were others merely talk,
and within this perfect formlies a heart of purest gold;
lifeless and cold.
MV

Wake up without sleeping
and watch the late night dawn
Neon tube bewilderment
welcomes the new borncardboard cut-out trees
on paper mache hills
tattered stage set houses
only there to please
The sky's so badly painted
and the clouds are peeling too,
but that doesn't really matter
'cos I liked that mushroom stew
MV

Tear stains to remember
the little rain cloud
Breakfast with a little toad
cry for it's not a challenge
the French resistance is low
cry for circumstance dictates
another you, another me, another time
So tear stains to remember
and thoughts of what could be
if everything were different
if everything were free.
MV

ANOTHER GENE IN THE POOL
(Pink Floyd: Another Brick in the Wall)

We don't need no new mutations,
We don't need more DNA,
No fresh gene-splicing in the farmyard,
Hey! Mister! Leave those genes alone!
All in all it's just another gene in the pool.

We don't want genetic trials,
Don't hybridise our chromosomes,
No trans-species genes or proteins,
Hey! Mister! Leave our genes alone!
All in all I'm just another gene in the pool.

Hairybiker

I need something.
It isn't food 'cause I've eaten,
It isn't a brew 'cause I've got one,
It isn't fresh air 'cause there isn't any,
And I know it is'nt a fag 'cause
I've given up
I need something.
It isn't sleep 'cause I'm rested,
It isn't booze 'cause I'm wrecked,
It isn't fexercise 'cause I never liked that,
And I know it is'nt a fag 'cause
I've given up

MV