come on in, baby
it’s your world too
come in and have a seat
take your place;
it’s not just passive:
take what you need
and give what you can


there are no in doors
and no out doors
as you can see,
though each will have one’s time;
so come on in, baby
it’s your day to begin
any time you’re ready

you might think
it’s all good to go crazy;
or you might think it fit
to be fair, just
and moderate
to give and receive love

you choose there, baby
in your seat
you make your own movie;
and whichever genre you choose
one day, sweetheart,
you’ll be your own critic
you’ll write your own review

come on in, baby
it’s your world too
come in and have a seat
take your place;
it’s not just passive:
take what you need
and give what you can

strong wind blows
this morning
through bush and garden
through grove and orchard


1
the bamboo sways
and strokes the cheeks
of the palm tree
ha!ha!ha!

and the palm tree
protests loud and clear:
Take your hands off me
you bamboo lecher!
oh!oh!oh!

2
and the gum tree
scolds the dry leaves
of the lilli-pilly
that crawl to its ground:
Have you no respect
for private property?
Get back to your mummy!
tchk! tchk! tchk!


3
And the little blades of grass
sway left and right
and the mighty oak laughs:
Look at you! Look at you!
You sway like  clowns!
he!he!he!

4
And Strong Wind roars:
I just love it!
I just love to stir things up!
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

Is this true
darling
what I hear
that the cult you submitted o
won’t let you see mum and dad?
And little Tom you left behind?
That the leader takes you nights
to tell you
God wants him to
explore your body and give Him an account?


Is this true
darling
what I hear?
that the cult you submitted to
has convinced you
Last Days are here
and in the fear of it all
you **** in your pants?
O lucky you
you’re the chosen one
you make holy water
so call in your cult
and let them drink it
or let them all lick it off your legs
tell them
darling
‘Here drink of this
the holy water
or lick it off
salt and urea
produced with faith and fear’
Give it back to the cult
tell them it is benediction
of Last Days
and they who drink it
will be amongst the elect
and those who lick it off
will sit on the right hand side of God;
and darling
produce prodigious amounts
as in the time of the Great Flood
tell them to queue and not squabble
there’s plenty for everyone of you
and if they say
they’re hungry
if you could
bring in holy food
tell them
a visit to the Scurvy Dogs Pound
can easily be arranged


O is this true
darling
what I hear?
that the intelligence
and mind
nature took so long to make in you
you blew it
on charlatans and nincompoops
and yourself became one?

OK, it's weekend, right...?
it's time for rest and recreation
after all the five days of hard work, right?

and you know,
an idle mind is the devil's workshop, right?

And so just a little fun
quickly, secretly online to a yummy site
that promises to show
online now prospects:
****, gorgeous and want to;
and so I sign in, click
and see who's ready in the neighborhood
I choose: closest proximity!
and yummy!
there's the picture of this gorgeous babe!
But oh my God! that's my wife!
and I look at her across the room
and she looks at me
across the room, her eyes now off her laptop -
and she says: What were you doing?
And I say: What were you doing?

Oh well, all's well that end's well...

OK, it's weekend, right...?
it's time for rest and recreation
after all the five days of hard work, right?

you got a face,
said little Tim,
like a rat

I cried, and I screamed:
you got a fish face!*

And along came Tom
with his cat face
and he ate up
both rat face
and fish face

And that’s why now
Tim has an ugly face
and I turned out to look
like the real me,
as you know,
with such an adorable face

said Big Mouth one day to Sharp Nose:
You know what?
You should stop poking your nose
into everyone’s business!
and said Sharp Tongue to Big Mouth:
Look, who’s talking!

Oh, you two are a perfect pair!
said Busy Ears to Big Mouth and Sharp Nose…

And who listens to all the gossip?
said Bright Eyes, without batting an Eyelid

And Moon Face laughed at **** Face
and Blue Eyes winked at Donkey Ears
and ******* said to Double Chin:
You’re getting old!
and Pretty Face said:
I hate talking about age!

and Nose said: Life stinks!
and Mouth said:Life *****!
and Tongue said: Life’s stale!
and Teeth said:
No, life’s like curry meat –
you want to sink your teeth into it!
and said Air Head:
never have so few
in one small region
contributed so much
to the Universal Body of Philosophy!

And Hot Head burst out:
If you guys don’t shut up
I’ll get Razor Teeth to bite Red Tongue
and Brain will be pierced with pain
and Eyes will tear and Nose will run -
and so shut up, everyone!

Then – sssshh! - there was poker face silence…

Matter Hill
is what your mind
with your blood and flesh
and your spirit and eternity
and your ideas and vibrations
show you
and tell you to go, you say


So is that Hill
Matter Hill
is that where you want to go?
You want to crawl there
you want to creep and climb there?
Is that Matter Hill
is that where you are headed?

some say there’s life
some say there’s death
and there’s even a guide book to get you there;
and some say the trees burn there
and demand you cast a finger for each tongue of flame

some voice calls
some mystery beckons, you say;
you heard some hideous scream
in the smooth wet of your night
and a prophecy who must go to the Hill
to Matter Hill

O is that Hill
Matter Hill
is there where you must
no matter what, you must go?
Because you heard a voice tell you so:
Go to Matter Hill
no matter what
And you heard the inmates
of the Soul Sanatorium
saying:
There lies a Gorgon there
she will turn you into stone
And you said to them:
Do not look into my eyes
for I will turn you into ash

But what does your heart say?
What does your mind say
in spite of all the claims
and the declamations and revelations?
O is Matter Hill
is that where you want to go
with your wild eyes
and blood-***** fire-smoothed hair?


Is that where your sweetheart lives?
on Matter Hill?
does she whisper **** tales?
does she hover like a Mystical Being
and beckon you
in fog and mist and in moonlight
and also in the darkest of nights?

is that Hill
Matter Hill
that ****** blood painted hill
is that where
no matter what
is that where
you want to go?