Sunday 28 October 2018

Damned old Graham Greene









The only love which has lasted is the love that has accepted everything, every disappointment, every failure and every betrayal, which has accepted evan the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the desire for companionship.

12 Bar Blues in C

I'm frightened of a dog that always barks, I'm frightened to be a lone in the dark.
I'm frightened of a envelope that is buff, I'm frightened of Aunt Mary she takes snuff.
We all know it's either flight or fight. Everybody must have a fright.
I'm frightened I'll get a nasty habit, I'm frightened I will meet a rabid rabbit.
I'm frightened if a sky is always blue, I'm frightened I'll buy an antique that is new.
We all know it's either flight or fight. Everybody must have a fright.
I'm frightened that I have no pot of gold, I'm frightened that I'll need it when I'm old.
I'm frightened if I look what will I see, I'm frightened what I see will not be me.
We all know it's either flight or fight. Everybody must have a fright.
I'm frightened when it's time to go to sleep, I'm frightened of an ocean that is deep.
I'm frightened that I might go into care, I'm frightened I will also lose my hair.
We all know it's either flight or fight. Everybody must have a fight.
I'm frightened to play the 12 bar blues, I'm frightened that my fingers just won't not move. I'm frightened there's no such thing a heaven, I'm frightened that there is and it's in Devon.
We all know it's either flight or fight. Everybody must have a fright.
I'm frightened that it's either flight or fight, I'm frightened that I might outlive my wife. I'm frightened this might be a Dylan song, I'm frightened because I think it's far too long.
we all know it's either flight or fight. Everybody must have a fright.



Saturday 27 October 2018

The Remorseful Day







God's started bowling in my lane
we're all skittles now,
as one by one we tumble from
the tree of life's bough.

The bowling ball is rolling more
we can't step out the way,
we're fixed in time in this space
until our fateful day.

Friday 26 October 2018

A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats





Wine comes in at the mouth.
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth,
before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

Friday 19 October 2018

Scream






When I'm gone you'll be dust,
no longer needed, don't make a fuss,
I'm not here you won't be there
I know you love me but,  well,  let's be fair,
your not the one  in my care.
When I'm gone you'll be dust,
don't look like that,  don't make a fuss.

Sunday 7 October 2018

Dorothy Parker



Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Monday 1 October 2018

Pigs might fly

I'm hearing the light from the window, I'm seeing the sound of the sea. My feet have come loose from their moorings I'm feeling quite wonderfully free. And I think I will travel to Rio using the music for flight, there's nothing I know of in Rio, but it's something to do with the night. It's only a whimsical notion to fly down to Rio to-night, and I probably won't fly to Rio?
But then again I just might.