Undercover

I did not find that deeper place
There you go now
Giving up already

I did not touch her face no more
Be away with you
You never even tried

I did see a majestic sky
Out to the west
Miles and miles away

Oh give over with you now
To be sure you had a camera
And probably a tripod

But it is beyond the face
Beyond the sky
That I am looking for

You know, that nothingness
Which is rammed full
Of meaning

You’d be wanting not a little ecstasy
I shouldn’t wonder
But you have to go a fair way for that

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By Our Side

I lay with you, I lay with you
I lay with you tonight
I stay with you, I stay with you
I stay with you till light

As rivers flow, with signs to go
There is a place to be
For oceans swell, with waves that tell
There is a source indeed

Where picture cards are played so hard
To find a way for angst to cease
Let us be free, in time with me
Before the county line treatises

I lay with you, I lay with you
I lay with you tonight
I stay with you, I stay with you
I stay with you till light

As woodlands grow, to shelter so
There is a clearing in there too
As birch with branch this life of chance
Is somewhat a useful threat to lead

Where dice do roll our stories unfold
There will be a well worn crease
Let you be free, in line with me
Beyond the county line treatises

I lay with you, I lay with you
I lay with you tonight
I stay with you, I stay with you
I stay with you till light

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All Dressed Up With Nowhere To Go

Peace be with you
As you receive
Peace be with you
As you taste, as you play

Eight monks
Five in white
One of which, the elder
Has tangerine trimmings

Ten in the congregation
Only I did not go forwards
For the sacrament
Peace be with you as you play

A piece of theatre, stage direction
By the guy who did say:
Same as it’s ever been
But each year one less monk

This time the absent one
Was the big, miserable looking chap
Who went out into the dry night
With an umbrella

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Room

Happy times
Yes happy times I’ve spent here
Yet also a few sad times
A place for passing through
Has become
A place for retreat
With a bedroom
A desk, a lamp, a shower
A sitting chair, a wardrobe

Also a spider
And yesterday, on arrival
A floor, covered
In dead flies

Maybe the cleaners
Were Buddhists
Who could not face vacuuming
Once living insects

I had no such doubts
Always keen
To sweep up the dust
Whoever’s doors, it happened
To have accumulated behind
As you may well recall

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Passing

Lace scarf, black
Lace trim to the skirt
Is she in mourning

She casts off
Her Barbour raincoat

I am who I am
Who else am I to be
Do not submit to the yoke of slavery

Let us love
In order that we can
Face up to our difficulties

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