The smog

Oh days were doomed, consumed by all the smog across the land
Our sons and daughters coughed up residues of lungs and glands
To get away to space and make escape was what we planned
And we could speak no more of course we’d lost to reaper’s hands

Instead the generation next had given up on all
A breath or two before a death was sure as ghostly calls
Were crawling through the night of day to try and take on form
In eyes of weak and wretched fools to be a pawn of ghouls

The sun above was dying red, the sky was thick with dirt
No man alive will save his head or body of the hurt
The sickness formed, the crippled young were spluttering from birth
And had to share the dads and mums if theirs were pushing worms

And light it could not be to see for man or child or ghost
So spite and madness owned the soul, no signs of love or hope
And many thought both long and hard and hung themselves on ropes
So few were left to testing gods, how was a man to cope?

A younger man his name was Matt he questions through the gloom
And spoke to old and young so much of good and not of doom
He angered many wise men there with petulant good tune
His voice was lost, to not despair but hope of better news

In little time his time was up to be a man of town
They threw him further to the smog so they could all be down
We don’t have smiles we don’t have love, oh let us all have frowns
Our Matt was forced to go away and find another ground

He choked and coughed as walking off into a deathly scene
He’d thought his time will soon be stopped as would his loving dreams
He walked ten miles and walked ten more, and came across a stream
He sat a while and pondered death he screamed and screamed and screamed

He had no choice to walk ten miles and then walk ten miles more
His feet did hurt he walked ten miles which multiplied by four
And multiplied and multiplied by numbers in their scores
He felt he could not breathe, his feet were numb and red and raw

He stopped one day, fell to the ground he saw no light ahead
The sound of thunderous heavens came crashing to his head
And he was sure by love of God, his body will be dead
His eyes did close, his toes uncurled, his face went white from red

As ghouls surrounded welcoming him to another place
They whispered softly in his ears and he was just too drained
He came on back and vomited onto the worn out plains
It seemed his time was not yet up, he laughed and smiled again

He looked around him, stunningly the green around he saw
Inside a dome of glass was he with trees and moss and floor
And birds did sing and honey bees they buzzed around the doors
And Matt was happy once again this heaven he adored

He sat and ate the fruit of tree and honey from the nests
He walked around the dome and he came settling to rest
He slept ten hours and slept ten more until his heart had zest
And then he thought of home before and set to home – his quest

To tell the old, to tell the young of such a place as this
And help them to find freedom of fruit and honey’s bliss
He took a piece of fruit to show as proof of what they missed
And set to walk the many miles in smog and hail and shit

His throat was sore his skin was pale he walked in smog and rain
His nose was blocked with dirt and grime his body back in pain
His mind did fail his feet did walk again… again… again…
Until his frail ways kept him back and drove the man insane

And still he found the little stream he sat and pondered death
His mind was lost in brittle dream he wondered on instead
Til he could see the lights of town reflecting through the dread
Of smog and dirt his journeys worth had come before his death

He walked to town and settled down to sit and speak his piece
To whom was left and had not drowned or hung to their relief
And old and young sat on the ground and finally found belief
In words of hope and love and fruit and truth of trees and bees

They set off fast to find the dome a home they could adore
They walked ten miles and walked ten miles and walked ten miles more
They did not stop to ponder by the stream their feet were sore
They walked ten miles and walked ten miles and walked ten miles more

Until one dropped to death, the dread, she could not walk the floor
They buried her and walked ten miles their feet were red and raw
Another dropped, another dropped until no one was sure
That what Matt said was even true they hit him through the jaw

They hit his head with rocks and sticks until the man was dead
And headed back to homes of bricks in smog and fear and dread
Their eyes were down they found their frowns until they needed rest
They stopped at night to get some sleep and share their little bread

They woke to cough and choke and flee they had a look around
To see the dome and trees and bees that Matt had said he’d found
They ate the honey, rested well and lived on the new ground
The air was clear inside the dome, and they this heaven found


The eyes can see a treat to catch
Of her so lovely face
Her arms will charm so many men
With calm and warm embrace
Her life has made her very wise
She takes it all with grace
She takes so many hearts to break
The curse her gods create

Her life was very merry still
She needed to have spice
She took the time to meet a man
Who made her feel so nice
She found a man to hold her and
So everything was right
Until the thrills were lost and found
To curses and to spite

At first the hugs and sex were great
No other would compare
And nights of glee and company
Were not so very rare
And suddenly the nights did freeze
Into two hateful glares
As day would come it seemed the sun
Was never really there

The baby came the flames of her
Became so very mad
Enflamed was he to part the scene
So rotten was the plan
And she was closed to speak to him
Oh it was very sad
A man will come to be one day
And never know his dad

Lady death

The ice will melt the curse begins
You’ll see a path ahead
So frightening the skies the clouds
Of big and blackened dread
The aftermath of life to find
Another world instead
Remember not the strife before
Which brought your heart to rest

The striking lightening will call
Your soul into the skies
No action now will bring you back
Or help you realise
A pact of fate we all do hate
Our gaunt and ghostly bride
We’ll marry her to our regret
And meet the other side

Lost and Lonely Light

As eyes go weary memories
Will fade into the night
Who once were there will come to be
A lost and lonely light
Despite the warmth of eyes so dear
I’m still to feel the bite
As flesh to dust I’ve left my trust
And given up the fight

So now I’m plane of lust and fear
A man I’ll fare alright
I’ve gained a care or two to smear
Into the black and white
I’m slackin back I’ve lost the knack
No longer shining bright
I once was here I’ve come to be
A lost and lonely light


My head is sore I had a lot
To drink I’m feeling death
A spirit more oh yesterday
I had a thirst to quench
Today I’ll be refined I’ll be
Inclined to drinking less
I do not mind to drink a lot
To drink a lot is best

My lifes a crime or so it seems
A week I’ll feel so bad
The remedy of booze has made
Me looser from a lad
Although I’ll open bottles still
And feel so very glad
And drink a lot, to drink a lot
Until my mind goes mad

No cash no wife no children rife
No love for me to speak
A bottle here a bottle there
Until my knees are weak
Another glass of gin n juice
Until I act the freak
To drink a lot to drink a lot
Is what the British preach

My head is sore I had a lot
To drink I’m feeling death
I do not mind to drink a lot
To drink a lot is best

I like to ride the bus

I like to ride the bus sometimes
I like the way it sounds
I like to say “why thanks there man”
As feet fall back to ground
I like the skies outside- my eyes
Do not feel wind or rain
If she the hail is falling down
I will not feel the pain

Relax and read or watch up high
Dry through the window panes
Sit back and sigh pretend to pry
In other people’s brains
I might well watch the countryside
I love the greens and browns
I’ll say a thanks to those who drive
As we have ridden round 

I like to ride the bus sometimes
I like the way it feels
the thunderous qu quaking thuds
As mud and stone finds wheels
I like to watch the passing cars
The chrome, the glass and steel
The wondrous mistaken love
As eyes do meet by hills

I like to ride the bus sometimes
It makes me feel complete
Another thanks to the driver
As shoes go back to streets

A morning in Ilfracombe

The TV’s on the children screech
The words do not have sense
The coffees cheap with chocolate
To ease my mind less bent

Arise early, oh why today
I look to count my pence
Its thirty, forty, fifty p
A crinkled fiver less

We walk to town, the sea, the streets
To see big Verity
The dog he barks at other dogs
And tries to hump my knee

The cold it bites I think the dog
Is making quite a mess
I’ve thirty, forty, fifty p
A crinkled fiver less

The bus ride home I long to be
At home, I’ll go to bed
Before a night of drinking for
A birthday for a friend

I’ll sit and wait and read a book
The country view is blessed
With thirty, forty, fifty p
A crinkled fiver less