don't hear cuckoos now,
I wonder if they are mad?
just asking, is all.

I am, poetic,
I write things which pleaseth me
your ****, pleaseth me...

A plague on all your houses sir
and so it was it came to pass
even the plague has concurred
a plague on all your houses sir,

I can not speak but I have heard
death's silent rattle to the past
this plague on all our houses sir
and so it is, it came, they pass.

                              

I stretch my mind for future words
saying '' all is well in this time ''
I strain, '' new strains '' is all I've heard
I stretch my mind for future words,

with futile pen I write my words
so impotent and so absurd
I stretch my mind to find the words
but say, '' all will be well, in time.''

                                

I hate to sit and whine and curse
surrounded by such misery
indeed to be out but I durst
I hate to sit and whine and curse,

so long before it gets much worse
I need to hear and also see
the dust of fast galloping horse
and hear this shout, '' The Cavalry! ''

I'd love to hear a steam train in the night
captivating with its unseen romance
in the deepest dark or fast fading light,

raising my slumbers to wondering heights
darkness and silence by magic enhanced
I'd love to hear a train steam in the night,

to marvel at its smooth rocketing might
majestic and stately unseen advance
in the deepest dark or fast fading light,

what destinations such movements delight
my thoughts in childhood such sounds these enhance
I'd love to hear again trains steam at night,

imaged it speeding my thoughts to free flight
delivering mail to cottage and manse
in the deepest dark or fast fading light,

carrying me to within childhood's sight
steaming receding into time distant,
I'd love to hear again trains steam at night
in this near dark of my fast fading light.

i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
perhaps with paper as midwife
my birth may raise a triffick stink
i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink,

i will i will i'm sure...i think,
some where i've been write to life
i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
with paper perhaps as midwife.

                                  2

I see a dot above my eye
feel crosses cross my little tees
will he pen me now with slim thighs
i see a dot above my eye,

a buxom lass he's penned he sighs
he writes '' skirt pulled above her knees''
i see a dot above my eye
feel crosses cross my little tees.

                                  3

He never minds his p's'n q's
just dots my eye crosses his tees
and gazes on these words he drew
he never minds his p's'n q's,

he'll never mind his p's'n q's
he writes his words now with great glee
perhaps my wish for life i'll rue
he blots my eyes to stroke his tees.

i didn't exist for ages, you know
then, all of a sudden, this brief glow.

I've insane rage inside it kills
O comfort me with Mother love
its wills will me to do self ills
i've insane rage inside it kills,

O Mother mine please hold me still
gently gentle me free from fear
i've insane rage inside it kills
O comfort me my Mother dear.

                             2

This rage will will me underground
dear gentle me with Mother love
down on Earth i am so hell bound
this rage will will me underground,

i might reach peace, deep underground
i'm teetering just one shove,
this rage will will me underground
dear gentle me with mother love.

                              3

I called you came, you comfort me
though rage still wills me underground
you gentled me to let it be
i called you came you comfort me,

those future years i feared, you see
i wasn't shoved i just jumped down
you called i came you comfort me
together now, deep underground.