Birds not Bees.

Birds not Bees

Shadows webs upon the breeze ive got a candle its the cities light
pumpkins playing leafs on the tree

Beautyfull patch of grass
they say
one year of a dog is seven for a human

she had the smallest stick
before, before luffy fluffy london

fluffy london, fluffy london
nose to ground
round abouts
under ground
the dew
on great college garden

it must be haven
it must be heaven
fourteen months

round a round pumpkin sexed
feels the dew drops on her nose
tail wagging side to side
in the garden

Sprigs upon
two feet in mid air
catch a leaf catcher
chews it up
in her
white
pumpkin
teeth

our candles flicker in a row
smashing glass upon the snow

i can jar
after jar
fire spirits
dunce

the first is round and fat
sweet from france
paris is out
out
leg before wicket

bell of air
spiced apple
lingers on
the awhoool
fills the moon

if pumpkin is not back in bed by midnight he will turn into a werewolf
lake a pie of big ben and strike

Umbrella like leafs swing with air hammocks that have no care
walking gently to each other up amongst the twig
spindles branches spinning wheels
open a bottle top of christmas
feel the smell is blackened upon
the nit tar it pit
the chess to wear
out lb
the speaker
of a microphone
directed to the tree
that calls it home
home
home
where paper boats float

hello lamppost
heres my jaw
punishment
not seen before
the cobbles splattered red
with the women of london
broken glass is the key
pouring shards of shattered sand
in their handbags
the only way to set them free

make up make up
mirror mirror
its time to take this crap off
who is it for
if its not for you
and its not for me

dirty men with dirty nails
back to front to back behind
the constable raised his knee
he is a cunt
thats plain to see
all about the flowers
in this garden

Underground the candles laugh
remember us
the forgotten past
deeds
Birds not bees
honey bobbing apples
that came to life
in this garden

poor baby just fell off his bike
only fourteen months
dropped on his head
brussel sprouts
raining
cabbage fights

Shame on them
Only twelve
Urgency
Cant you see
The only way
Is to be
The change
Stop sleeping
Playing games
Unless
You want it to stay the same
Just keep running around
Tail wagging
Chasing after
Dew drops
Nose first
In the garden

The scary thing is hot
the spinning candle
on the end of a flag
full moon
x marks the spot

if you miss the time
well next time blast
all you got to do is ask

yellow,
yell away
we are here
grab a candle
lets all share
celebration

a lush of sound
oi
listen
let the wall fall down
spoken
words breaking bricks

an empty chair with a viloin
ping draws a bow
across a string
as candle wax drips
from his fingers
pumpkins run under legs
fancy hats upon bonny heads
shadows twist and dance upon the paper ships
melting in the gutter streams

By a dangling chain
hanging in the hut
the little square
see through hut
there is a key
pumpkin seeds hut
the blue spinny chair
underneath the grey
togethor
clinky linked
metal

smells of petrol
wisps of nature
fingers that slip
through the hole
clink clink clink
links that feel of silver
and cold
heat that stills the sound
gets old
then out of the box
jack climbs
to rise
on his bike
strike

to itch the scratch a match a match sulphorous seems are killing me

big ben
tolls
twelve
awoool
out of his nose red tip taps
raining on the cobble slabs
children that cant sleep
begin to sing
were painting the flowers red
were painting the flowers red

birds not bees
deeds not words
a man in the pub is all for it
more action and less chat
more gratification
less babble
polly wants a crack of rye
put the kettle on
more deeds please
less words honey
apple sugar
cutey pie
it isnt love
but it will do

painting the flowers red
honey pot
dips
into the garden
of eden
pip bobbing
pumpkin seeds
apples floating from
the dandy lion trees
the midnight express
x marks the spot
awhoool
awhoool
lets dance


jack is a werewolf
and a vampire
quick sticks
kill him with a silver bullet
or invite him in
dripping wax
upon your skin
unless hes a skelton
then halloween
your stepping out
to see the queen
of thorny roses
get your
sticky tart fingers
shiny noses
we are mad happy
tail wagging
all about the magic
of this garden

three cheers for Emmeline
pip pip awool
pip pip awool
pip pip awool

for a moment out the corner of your eye outside the bin with black bag inside is a live
binking open oven door

lets all have a bath.