The Puritan

The puritan speaks with a forked tongue

stabbing at joy till the day's done

nothing is good, everything evil

don't listen to music, voice of the devil

poisonous words, philosophy sick

don't listen to him, beat him with a stick

puritan slips secretly into your head

tells you to pray, tells you you're dead

stabbing at joy till the joyful day's done

Puritan speaks with a cruel man's tongue

The Jay

 The jay is what it should be

old and worried

about mortality

coolest bird on the block

knows harshness

knows love better

I have seen many winds

and rainy days

but the jay's wind blows

a fresh, pure breeze

death will come for sure

but my jay deserve an immortality of sorts

it's how it should be,

surely?

Fly jay, fly

to your final nest

Unfinished

 Listening to Exile on Main Street

on the record player

nostalgia meets boogie

I love the deliberate

unpolished production

a bit like you and me

like reality seen close up

unfinished

the better for it

yet when you see it all

from a distance

it's perfect

everything in its place

the tumbling dice

part of a greater album

driving ourselves crazy

if watching TV is so bad

what are we to do?

the internet has long been scorned

for its wasteful useless content

the old scriptures say

be in the present moment

but to do what?

stare at the wall?

come on zazen

give us some entertainment

for God's sake

or we'll drive ourselves crazy

with nothing to do but...

see that we're driving ourselves crazy

and then we know we're sane

and then we're free

filled with joy

and then tomorrow

we'll have to do it all over again.

Don't go

don't go

watch the snow

see it slow

don't go

do stay

on the hay

then we'll play

do stay

in the rain

use your brain

ease the strain

in the rain

don't go

laid down low

we'll all grow

don't go

Heartbeat

the beat starts

it never stops

the sun shines

the moon rises

the beat never stops

the sun shines

the world turns

no one yet lives

it's the beginning of time

the sun sets

the world stops spinning

no one is alive

it's the end of time

but the beat continues

Discussion

 are these real she asked

well kind of I said

but I don't know for sure

what's in a name, eh?

well you should know

it's yours after all

and I said, is anything?

mine?

yours?

anyone's?

and she said

ocht enough wi' your endless chatter

and I said OK.