Mouth Organ

 

I wish that I could lie,

Out of sight of cold blue sky,

Empty, cold,

Absent of mind,

Thinking no dull, adult thought,

Uncomprehending, dumb, untaught,

Still myself, boring, old,

But back in that place

 I used to find,

When as a child I sought

Comfort, satisfaction,

Numb and peaceful noise distraction.

I wish to transcend the daily grind,

And all that is stressful and fraught,

Flat on my back

On wide and ancient, deal boards,

Finding some untuneful rest,

Breathing reedy, metal chords,

Deep in my receptive chest.

 

 

A Government Review

 

People have been talking balls,

Government must review,

Make sure the balls they‘re talking,

Is really getting through,

For who would take much notice,

Of all the balls that’s spoken,

If no one from the government

Made a gesture, just a token,

And held a long enquiry, to find out what to do,

About the balls that people speak,

Which no one thinks is true.

 

The powers that be have “deemed”

The powers that be have deemed

Me capable of action

Of which I have never dreamed,

Or worse, of thinking thoughts,

Which seem to them to have seemed

So reprehensible

That I should be tried in the courts

Of their minds and judged

According to their new laws

Invented on purpose to cause

Me, them to have broken,

Merely by having spoken.

And now I am guilty as charged

To the gleeful satisfaction,

Of those for whom recent history

Is entirely shrouded in mystery.