What Is

What we could all do without is in time

No worry about age without time

No thought of future death, without time

Why can’t I have

My time to myself

To do what I want

To open my mouth

Scream out loud

State what I feel

Go where I want

Rob and steal

 

It’s what I could do without (time)

Bide it rotting in a cell

Rushing unlike animals about

You’re impressed I can tell

Why is there no fun?

With time on the run

Two hours to the sun

Worry where the minutes have gone

It’s what went wrong

It’s time

 

Oh yes it’s been a long time

Well it’s just fine

It’s mine

Waiting for the sign

Days in a line

Till the end of time

 

I wouldn’t want to win the race in time

No past, no future, no now –

In time

Yes I feel fine although I’m 69, I feel 29,

Tell me a joke to pass the time

It’s filled with things for the sake of filling

The space between the beginning and the end

 

Why not spend time

It’s about time

I say now!

Now!

Not then

And then

When we forget time

 

It will be –

Fine.

 

Feeling our way

And so we came from the sea

We developed our limbs

We learned how to talk

We tuned our senses

We sat with newly opened eyes

Watching the earth turn beneath us

 

2 o’clock in the morning on our knees

Feeling our way

This is the time

Between here and the grave

What’s on T.V. tonight?

What is this stuff that I breathe?

If it is air then I don’t care for it.

What is this stuff that I eat?

If it is meat then I don’t care for it.

What is this stuff that I drink?

If it is water then I don’t care for it.

What is this stuff that I see?

If it’s the world then I don’t care for it.

 

Because there’s toxic waste at the end of the garden

And it’s poisoned the fairies to death.

And the nuclear waste in the dustbin

Has corroded my mind to a point that is criminal.

 

And the seas are polluted

The beach is polluted

The rivers are polluted

My mind is polluted.

 

But the cares of the world

The love of the people

Has gone the way of the waste.

It’s out of the window

Rotting in the garden

Leaching its way into the earth.

But the point that annoys you

That fills your mind

It’s not death and destruction

But what’s on T.V. tonight.

Jizzy Crust

Was there a thrust?

Because I have found

A crust

Jizzy crust!

Is all over

All over for me

If they see

The crusty sea, oh my, oh me

What am I to do

Oh Jizzy crust, no!

Not you

Don’t point the guilty finger

Or stain my reputation

What a mess

I must confess

Jizzy crust

Not again

She’s dirtied my soul.