Too little rain for way too long,
ground so dry that it's just wrong.
Crops of dead from moisture's dearth.
What led to this drought's arid birth?

I've never seen it near this dry,
all the clouds have just passed by.
What used to be broad roiling rivers
reduced to narrow water slivers.

Cattle gone 'cause pasture's dead.
There's naught to raise up in their stead.
Many brooks are now bone dry,
trees now wilt prepared to die.

curve into depth delve
cup run sliver trap
a clever waisted
hip machine
from chrome stud
rivets on shallow
prudish pockets

plucked bow eyes
a sweet summer
haze
and a shimmer glaze
of down upon the
goosebump dervish
swirl of candy brown
hair adressed
attested
from the clubshoppe
dubstep motorhome
city clones

on her heels the lift
bounce jittery jam
that gyrates on
jiggle limbed
tone death on geriatric
jones

Centenary Celebrate, what.

Mr Churchill I wish you were here,
to see what you have done.
The people who fought and died
for you, want to know what they
have won.

The battles finished in forty five
welfare was born on forty eight.
But those still lucky to be alive,
don’t think it’s all that great.

The NHS is more than wonderful,
but the rich are robbing it to death.
The pensioner can’t afford the fuel,
there’s no warmth in their last breath.

In the distance
of a dark lovely night...
we dance alone
in hope
someone will come through
the darker forest
from a horse alight
right
and pick me up
to take home
away from my home

till such a one arrives
I shall dance tonight
rain, hail or storm
dance will be the norm

come tonight
dance alright
along with me
yeah that's right

we will dance
vertically and horizontally
that's all up to me
not ye...

let me

dance for now !