April

What To Believe There's a small country in Central Africa Gurundu  ( Capital- Mbwasi ) And I opened the atlas to check I began to have doubts And on looking again It was missing Now I don't know What to believe

First Things First I slipped on my neighbour's Banana skin And now I'm suing his ass Because mine is so sore It's a hell of a lot of Time and expense But I want to get it out of the way Before becoming  enlightened First things first

Ask You can ask a kangaroo What is her experience Of the present moment But she just stares At you

This Wonderful Therapy This wonderful therapy Travels with you Never interfering Yet always available Always arising in no time With that desired effect Of nothing

The Final Cut The editor told me Most of my life will end up On the cutting room floor And halleluiah because All I have to do is everything And only the best scenes Will be used This is good news and a great relief I can't wait to see The final cut

I Refuse to Believe I refuse to believe I've been left out Just for not understanding Or because I thought too much Or even because I raised my voice Or robbed a bank I don't believe it's that sort of set up Where anyone could be Excluded from heaven Just because of something They did

Drag Your Feet Properly Ashamed of my sloth And trying to look alive I was needing a pep talk by God "Not like that. Like this" he said And he bent right over An old old man Head down shoulders hunched Dragging his feet disgustingly "Really?" said I "Let me have a go" "That's it" said God "That's good" "Let's do it together One more time Dragging our feet properly"

Resist not Evil I couldn't believe it when God said this He said  "Resist not evil" "Because I invented it for your use" Then he disappeared Leaving me to explain In this poem On the whole I'm a nice person Doing my best And trying to obey the rules I can only assume he was Talking about someone else

The Ride Finding my carriage I stepped on the train Suddenly the platform pulled away And I felt myself locked clickety clack Into rock solid movement Somebody was already in my seat And it appeared to be me I was just sitting there Looking out through the window Watching life go by And feeling the power of the engine I was already sitting in my seat Doing this Just as I would have wanted

Is This the Way to Go ? Just an hour ago Birds called to the sunshine On the lawn Now it's closed in And raining hard Poor birds Mind moves with the weather And sometimes it's hard To tell the difference Between good days and bad Is this the way to go?

A Lesson to you All This guy in admin had told everyone Including God That he would do all this stuff That would help everyone A lot of people were depending on him He let everyone down hugely And made an absolute spectacle of himself All for the sake of his own greed and pleasure We thought he was a goner And deservedly so But next thing we saw God Not only not ticking him off But rewarding him with lucky surprises And saying "Let this be a lesson to you all" I'm looking round for another religion

Nothing's Been the Same This morning I heard the table Talking to itself "I am not the doer" "I am not the doer" it repeated I could have told it that But then the window frames And the couch joined in And I became confused and A bit angry Feeling outnumbered I began walloping them with the mop Which itself started screaming "I am not the doer" As if to blame me Afraid of being caught red-handed I went totally transcendental Where with God's eyes I clearly saw God walloping God with God While God thought God was not even God Needless to say Nothing's been the same since

It Doesn't Seem Fair A seeker practicing mind control With perfect tranquillity And excellent posture Missed only three particles of dust On his mirror Now he needs to return and search For innumerable further aeons It doesn't seem fair

All I needed I had that strange feeling God was near Somewhere in the crowd I saw a pair of Old bare feet And took a chance "Why do you do everything But pretend you don't?" He knew I'd sprung him "So I can come and join you" That answer was all I needed

Bosons Muons and Quarks The behaviour of fundamental particles Has become so outrageous And can I say Illegal That we need to change our laws To bring them into line Being the very foundations of our society They must demonstrate reason and logic In no uncertain manner So we can all be assured of common sense From the bottom up Bosons muons and quarks Are the worst offenders And whoever made these things Will be facing the combined might Of our best physicists, lawyers Legislators and philosophers

Loose Gravel A friend of mine Fell off the cliff Years ago When we were playing Too close to the edge I moved inland to the plains And did well in farming Lately I've been back To enjoy the view And wonder And I've found that same place We used to play Where there's lots of loose gravel

The Source of Our Light The source of our light Is most brilliant Powering us from ninety million miles Displaying itself As a great reminder in the sky If only the hidden one Would do likewise

These Poems I have to spot these poems Out of the corner Of my eye They hang on trees And in  rafters This one was under the kettle Just before I lit The gas