It was 5am
When the thunderclap dragged me
Screaming from my bed.

The Great Crested Grebe
Looks on in admiration:
Sodden Squirrel swims.

Looking out of place
He's making steady progress,
A strange sight indeed.

Climbing from the Lake,
Pausing under a new tree,
His wet fur shivers.

They placed my love inside Pandora’s Box.
The box they placed atop a golden plinth.
The plinth inside an empty room was locked.
The room was hidden in a labyrinth.
They built a palace on a desert dune
And sunk it underneath the ocean spray.
The truth behind the myth forgotten soon:
Atlantis: built to hide my love away.
Encased the myth inside a grain of sand
And left upon a lost pacific beach.
I feel the sapphire water in my hand
And dream about my love, far out of reach.
Awakening, my lonely body lies.
Brush the sand out of my weary eyes.

Old cat, climbing stairs
Pauses, panting, halfway up
Stuck, frail predator?

Motorway Lamppost
Buzzard with his Evil Face
Watches the Rushhour

From one lunatic to another
One poet to his friend
We said we should go sailing
Ended up sinking in the end
They said that we were mad
And maybe they had spoke the truth
But the way in which they put it
Was so terribly uncouth
So we left them on the shoreline
Waving backwards with relief
We would ride the incandescent waves
So set in our beliefs
That we would reach the other side
We would become the pioneers
We would find the favoured winds
Across that ocean of our fears

We put out of the harbour
Put our faith into The Boat
We paddled with our hands
And handed our trust to The Boat

But now we’re shipwrecked on a coastline
Full of cannibals and rats
We wanted to put a dent in history
But we’ve barely made a scratch
We went exploring on the island
This unfamiliar place
Got lost in a simple jungle
Brushed away the green disgrace
We found a village of the natives
But we had to pass them by
We wouldn’t sell our heads for hunting
We’d rather run away than die
We found an orchard in the mountains
On a fragrant afternoon
But the fruit it was forbidden
Now we’re servants for the moon

We left home making sense
But just found madness on The Boat
We sailed after our dreams
But just found nightmares on The Boat

They say it’s an affliction
When the moon is shining bright
But to me it’s an addiction
And a goddess given right
To wear left handed trousers
And be gracious in defeat
They think we’re being honest
And we are: that’s our deceit
We wander in the meadows
Softly howling at the sky
We tie ourselves to trees
So we can safely learn to fly
I’d say that I’m a better man
Than I ever was before
But I’m still here on the wrong side
Of that ol’ asylum door

We came here wanting answers
Left our questions on The Boat
We came home with the tide
But left our senses on The Boat

Pebble took a leap
At the sky but the Earth's great
Fist caught it mid-flight