By the water’s edge

Morris is at pitch pipe tuning,

Chanting singing till the mining comes;

Till the never end.

Searching,

Through sea shells,

At sea sides.

Careful not to risk his own hide,

Down, by the water’s edge.

Antelopes don’t make good comets,

You can’t call a bee a hornet till - a screw is loose.

Moving, with such stealth, and cunning,

As to keep the bad boys running,

To; be ever safe.

storm PAN I C

The coast is dissolving around you please evacuate immediately. Don’t forget to pick up your polling cards and your insurance hate. An

insurance hat is very important when you visit the bank, because at the bank you will mat nice people who will be we powerful than you

are. If you ask them for a bit of their power, they will give it to you unwillingly. This is called power.

The coast is dissolving around you. It is the fashion of the mother Earth. You may have heard of the mother Earth; because broadcasts of

strong winds and gales are coming into your living room. Please phone any relatives immediately and tell them you are fine. Do not take

any coffee on your Journey as this will be a burden to your language, because where you are going, away from the coast, coffee is not

drunk. Do not take any tea on your Journey as this will warm your body and increase your chances of survival.

The coast is dissolving around you immediately.

Leave, and phone you are fine. O.K. don’t forget to take your polling cards and your pictures of the prime minister; as these will prove to

be valuable things on your Journey in land. Do not forget your galvanized nails for nailing up the picture of the president,

The coast is dissolving around you immediately.

leave and say you are fine. strong winds and gales are broadcast for most of the country, and are broadcast monthly. The input into to your

national bank number has been abandoned. Your chances of survival over the next twenty minutes are minimal.

The coast is dissolving around you immediately.

Don’t forget to phone home and say that you are fine. Strong winds and gel— are broadcast frequently. The forecast radio station is

brought to you on behalf of your guitar. It is a rhythm created out of strings and pictures made out of paper. Papyrus does not grow on

trees and nor does money. It grows in your mind. Never forget your mind is capable of many things exceeding possibilities. Never forget

this and please phone home and say that you are fine. Please take a clock with you on your Journey as this will prove useful in money

terms; because where you are going, if you have time, then you have money. Don’t forget to take your galvanized, nails made by the

carpenter. Now you may be wondering why a carpenter is making galvanizes nails; well, it is quite simple; he needs them to nail bits of

wood together to make roofs for your houses that keep the gales out. Please make sure all your curtains are open in the house. Please make

sure all the scissors are closed and carefully protect your eldest child. Your chances of survival over the next ten minutes is minimal so

please don’t take any tea on your Journey as this will be a waste of time. This broadcast is being brought to you by a guitar, a drum

machine and a bass guitar being bowed. It has an accompanying keyboard, as well as a rhythm keyboard. These are all played with some

kind of harmony and spontaneity.

Please abandon the coast immediately.

Strong winds and unusually high tides are forecast within living memory. Instant coffee is not the thing for your health. Health should be

taken lightly as this is a short inconvenience on our pathway to heaven. You may not presume there is a heaven, I may not presume.

Please abandon the coast immediately.

Please phone home and say you are fine. If you are not fine, please say you are fine, because your chances of survival over the last five

minutes were minimal. This broadcast is of some interesting coffee. Please don’ t be interested by this broadcast because it is the last

broadcast you will ever hear. It is brought to you by a guitar, a rhythm keyboard, an accompanying keyboard and a bowed bass. They are all

generating sounds by strumming, and hitting. The keyboards have little switches in them, that make oscillators ring. The friction of horse

hair across the strings of the electric bass guitar; causes an oscillation. There is grip, there is loss of grip, there is grip, there is loss of grip;

and this cycle of things happens at least fifty times a second and more.

Please abandon the coast immediately;

because your chances within the next five million years of survival; are minimal. You may be asking where do you come from, I may be

asking where you come from. And this is true, this is why I wear boots. Boots are the most comfortable foot wear when you are walking

from the coast away from the unusually high tides within living memory. Boots are for walking; walking over you. They are for walking

over your partner, and they are for walking over other peoples land. It belong, to them because this is a concept in your mind, never forget

your mind is capable of thing. beyond possibilities, beyond capabilities. Never forget this on your Journey from the coast, away from the

unusually high tides, strong winds and gales within living memory. Channel Light Vessel Automatic; sees strong winds in the distance. I

see; ice caps melting. Because we have been dumping Uranium nitrates in the sea far to long for the algae to adapt, and it’s began to eat

the ice. Do you know there is a hole in the middle of the magnetic pole? It is a hollow pole made out of aluminium, being the most

common metal on Earth. This will prove useful to you on your Journey from the coast because aluminium; is metal.

SCIENCE

It’s dead. When something is dead, it most reasonable to wish, that it was alive. This is a common desire among humans. I am human and what I

say is prejudiced beyond belief. My mind has been distorted by my experience of Earth and by being a human. I cannot in fact study my

formulas or my theories; because I am human. I cannot be truly objective to my work, because I am human. This is the only way I can

communicate to you; by using my voice. Now of course that is a theory; a theory not, proven; because it is my theory. And I cannot

possibly study my theories, because they are my theories1 and they are in my conception. The painfully terrifying fact of what I am saying;

is that although we look at the same thing, we are two infinitely different beings. But then of course that is a theory, and it is my theory

that I cannot be objective to, because it is my theory. What is the theory for the American accent? There is no theory, it is just more

comfortable to do it that way.

PERFECT

Milk chocolate clothes and wrist watches you cannot see,

Melt down the naked tones of a beauty in slo’mo’.

A manicured manikin applies painted fingers to push button profiles,

And the clean machine draws to the open arms of a palace.

Elixir spills from crystal kissed with lips more sexy than desire.

And to feel the cool of the icicle;

Is to be what you are meant to be.

A setting Sun lights a land with glow,

And in a shadow glints a home.

And to feel the polished granite on your cheek,

Is to know this fantasy.

Mother Funker

I hear a voice in the street,

“Clap your hands and stomp your feet”

The Brothers they call it the funky beat

So much more than dancing feet

Moved my hands down to the ground

There’s a heart the heart I found

I felt the world, it move around

And from it I heard a sound

“I am the mother of your whole,

I've turned your father sun to coal,

I am desire and the goal,

There is no phantom to your soul – it’s me”.

What’s to die on apron strings?

‘Tis to live this life and its imaginings

To be a chapter of living things.

In a second say Human Beings.

What is time to the moon?

What is woven in this mighty loom?

A view of you own from this tiny room

Unlock the door and it won’t be too soon.

Walk out through the garden gate

When you get back to it, I know it won’t be late

There are all such things as fate

Because I used to be the gate.

Once I saw with life there’s loss

I somehow won the cosmic toss

The coin turned up to show who was boss,

I’m no boss, just a spore in her moss.

FRAGILE eARTH

Kill Prime Minister you know who,

Kill or be killed.

A Nazi or ten thousand Jews,

Which would you choose?

If I was a Jew;

I’d know what to do.

The world sits on the back of an Elephant.

on a mouse;

on a knife;

that wriggled and tiggled inside an old lady,

who didn’t care two hoots,

For gold stars and their ticks;

For she was an End of the World fanatic,

And I believed her;

‘cause she said:

You are a child of fossil fuel,

Your foremothers fucked Irish navies for you.

A billion sea creatures lived for you.

A million trees,

A million years,

And coal was coming out of Lancashire’s ears

And we all choked;

on the carbonated breeze.

Babel on

I never knew London was so cold this side of the bay, and the seagulls overhead agreed with me like they had never agreed before.

Education as minimal and my days were numbered, etched into the foreheads of my colleagues.

It was way past my bedtime but insomnia saved me from the malevolent force which would wake me each morning.

"lt’s time to wake up!” said Jones, (the worst of the prefects) who with his staunch stance could lay flat at least twenty Ali khans.

This idea would send a shiver down the valley to the servant’s quarters, where Moira and the butler were laughing hysterically at

Mark’s crude Jokes. I finally got to sleep thinking of all those bin liners filled with Daisies. This thought without question lead me to

nod.

I awoke in the morning and no word of a lie I was Shakespeare; but he was dead; I had to get help. Rd I ran across the mead, careful to

hold my breath as I ran past Nanny’s; the smell of death was there and the hill that lead to the gas station proved effortless now I as

frightened. I drove into town with my head held high and my knees in plaster; this was the only way the towns folk would accept me.

The benefits here were obvious: fences, somewhere to walk, and my best friend a rat. It would be months before the results came back,

which would give me time to chew over a few scraps in the medical room. "Too right!” said Carol who had dragged herself away from

the madding crowd with tears in her eyes. "What’s wrong, what’s wrong!" I said, but she wasn’t interested. Girls are on her mind and

she was on mine. Silence broke the tension, but it was hopeless; there's washing to do and deeds to be tended. Soon I would be back

with my family, and promotion seemed likely now Alex had changed his tune.

I still think of her now, with me between her obliging breasts and her Joy at the silvery necklace I gave her made of lust.