Eats chocolate flies

I learnt something new about bats the other day

Oh yes Harold, what was that?

Well apparently they eat chocolate

No, they don't do they?

Yeah not half, they can't get enough of it

They ea' chocolate in the air

And even when they are trying to avoid crashing into an

Object, 

Why would they crash Harold?

Well, they've got very bad eyesight , you never

heard the expression blind as a bat Maureen?

Oh yes I have come to think of it

Well anyway by way of seeing better

and thinking cleverer they have a nibble

on a bounty perhaps or a flake

A flake!

What kind of a bat carries a flake with them?

Well something anyway in one of their pouches

and then they can avoid the object

....Doesn't it strike you kind of funny

How they suddenly see like a blurry image and 

then somehow have time grab a bite of chocolate

And then that gives them the boost of eyesight

and quick manoeuvring power they need just in time

Harold?

MMm

Not to mention, if you try storing a flake in your trouser

pocket, you're soon just going to end up

With chocolate down your trousers!

Perhaps Maureen..

Let me see that article Harold

That there word is echolocates not eats chocolate

They haven't got time for that Harold

It's sonor you know like on the submarine

And it isn't an excuse for you to eat any more bounty bars

You've have two today already.

When you can echocolate and fly around

catching flies in the dark

Then maybe you would deserve another bounty

But until that time, the cupboard stays shut!

Khaki moods

 I mean if you want it 

Let it go

Like the fig tree

It covers

And is revealing 

In the desire to cover

Creates a temptation

The fruit was already there

But not ripe

If you want it let it grow

He digs in the garden of Gethsemane

The sure shrugs of the bombs 

As they fall, let go

Upon a corrugated iron roof

The shrugs of the shoulders of soldiers

As they walk into the proof of life let go

War proof, death proof, black as black can be

If you want it

Let it show

The Khaki trousers on the tree

Where did I leave my car keys?

My ID, my sanity?

It's hanging on a branch over there

With each loss the tree grows stronger

As it takes back what we need no longer

She in her dementia husk

and the Oak cries don't forget about us

Every tree is a mother

Every leaf is a lover

Once loved in lust

Now green is grown from dust

And shattered shadows invade the horizon

And I know you have your eyes on

Me, and I have mine on you

But we cannot do it for it's all so see through

And plain to see like the tragi-comedy of love

Always a swallows and amazons affair

Except this time it means a porno and not going anywhere

Ordering in and Ho Chi Minh, chow mein

And Luis Lane

Because tiananmen square was a bloody battle ground

And taken teeth of sailors

The tongues of mermaids

And their longing tails

Cut off before they can 

Post them in the mail

By an Amazon messenger Hermes

Hermaphrodite snail

Who loves both ways

To give and to receive

As do we all with our

Khaki armies up our sleeves

Time's illusion

 And time was so locked away

And time was all we had to say

Time to say good day, 

Good bye

Time has flown away

Time's a bird in the sky

And Time's a magnate

Ready to attract the hangmate

Hanging in the Square

He died, So did she

It was only yesterday

Or was it tomorrow,

Or will it be

Oh dementia has time to borrow

Nothing lost and nothing's gained?

Hey nothing will ever be the same

But nothing is

Or Everything can change

And it will do

Or has done

Or simply time is a ransom

For a king

For Gold or Green

Or life or profit

Or nothing gained like change in pocket

Or holes in cheese

And why oh please Time is

An illusion to me

Thor the post modern

 And we hit the posts in and we made them sing

And the rubber hammer was like a tuning fork thing

It tuned into all the Gods in the clouds above

And Thor came down to hit the posts in for us

With each thunderbolt

He electrified the fences

And then he swore at all the posts

But they never once took offences

Thor was a most willing volunteer that day

When the rain came down on the Strawberry Line

And we all began to pray

"Thor just get us out of here!"

"Thor just finish the job!"

And Thor came down and brought his tools

For Thor's that kind of God

I wish I'd known him better

Maybe asked for his autograph perhaps

But hey I'm just a man of letters

And he's a man of action 'n' thunderclaps

There stands another post driven into the ground

Hark you can hear the hammer ring another pound

I lost sight of him just around 4 o'clock in the afternoon

The rain was falling heavily, total eclipse of sun and moon

But then I saw him going down over the hill like the sun

He sure was a son of Shepton Mallet

And if he wasn't, then I'd be a son of a gun

Rave in the tunnel

 There was a rave in the tunnel

They ran like Sally along the gunnel

All through the Springtime galore

And shoulder of the Funnel

Filled

But never runnel

Out of the river door

The beats were a blasting

Sound systems fasting

On the bread and water of lent

Ecstasy passed around

Like a new green crown

Of thorns since

What goes up must come down

And as they Brought him off the Cross

It was all I could do not to feel the loss

At the biting equilibrium between man and God

And animals nibbling at his toes

And Forest plants jangling bells as they grow

The rave of their lives in the vastness of space

And it was a time tunnel for those masters of grace

To age and not let raving madness take you

To Rave and not let aging sadness make you

Bitter as a bitter root, but darling in the hot pursuit

Of time and trust I feel I must, leave just a footprint

On the shore

The printemps and springtimes dance barefoot

Now in the sands

Beside the sea, that never sees but

Always understands

That magic is a mystery

And time a rolling beach

And love is a wave crashing

always just out of reach

Stay Lucky

 Now the beans came out the basket

Now the borrowed brown earth bare

For the Harlequin and gasket

Running through the autumn air

Oh we knew a storm was brewing

Yes like witches or like tea

For the mastery of the banquet

Or the ministry of tragedy

Calm the storms and calm the sea

Friends they walk to Calvary

And as Jesus on the water

Friends are lifted up and free

Keep me strong in spirit walking

Keep my feet and heart a light

For he died so that we are singing

For he died so we might see the light

And all that follows is a miracle

Every breath drawn, every day or night

We are alive and in the chronicle

Bringing love, bringing the good fight

Mother-like

 You were like a mother to me

But now you're gone

I've since made many

Fragmentary

Relationships

With women who I wish would

Fish for me

Keep kith and kin and dinner dish

But I was wrong

For now they're gone

Too like tomorrow

That will never come for you

Today it is a shame to be blue

When love is a flame that burns true

Oh coming home to you

So all you mothers

And you fathers

Be sure to give your bearns baths

And wash their hair

And show you care

So none will lose their larger hearts

The lavender grows with the heathers

As my heart is tough as leathers

From the strapping of the weathers

Of love beaten black and blue

But yet it is true, 

all my love

It is for you

So come sit down on my hearth's hand

And together we shall laugh and

Dance the night away