sailing to colchis

all that we know is less than wholly true
not all we see is clear to open eye
the last battalions pass in review

we'll take the ship and find a better crew
don't listen to the seagulls' plaintive cry
all that we know is less than wholly true

don't shun the old to cleave unto the new
but judge the stranger things that you may try
the last battalions pass in review

our ancestors will have no cause to rue
we see the traps and how to pass them by
all that we know is less than wholly true

none of us all old habits should eschew
a normal day is never truly dry
the last battalions pass in review

the thing that holds us is not any glue
we see no stars in the late evening sky
all that we know is less than wholly true
the last battalions pass in review

one day in june

 

no matter what the word we have the sign
all things converge on a small mark of grace
at island's end we find the clinging vine

each of us thinks our secret heart divine
but sparks of anger show upon each face
no matter what the word we have the sign

stars planets comets every one align
to send a message out into deep space
at island's end we find the clinging vine

mangroves and seagrapes then inland the pine
and withes to function as a sort of lace
no matter what the word we have the sign

you drink your beer i have my coolish wine
each dropping out of the harried rat-race
at island's end we find the clinging vine

a simple moment yet i'll make it shine
all of these things in turn i shall misplace
no matter what the word we have the sign
at island's end we find the clinging vine

The perfect tale

 Og the gigantic, with a hideous roar,
commenced to sodomise a dinosaur,
but, with a curse, in the Jurassic rain
declared the whole thing was a total pain.
The truth is dino sex ain't for the meek,
they're structured so you can't find what you seek.
Deplorable I know. Still there's relief
in letting others know your horrid grief.

simple perfection

 

a moment passes and we see the stars
aircraft like fireflies in the fading light
and in the background music of the night

the lonely pass heading for dim-lit bars
they never think to do the thing just right
a moment passes and we see the stars

up there's a planet mercury or mars
our chance of getting there is truly slight
but still their shining enhances the sight
a moment passes and we see the stars