I spoil her

We shall go to the sea late summer

When a faraway storm brings waves

When moon is waxen yellow and low

And all the sky is a nave.

We shall go to sea late summer

When the air is a syrup of blooms

When the air is an oven of slumber

And all the shore is a room.

The waves will be our whispers

And all we have to tell

The waves will be our cradle

In the frolick of the swell

We shall taste salt on skin

Salt upon our mouths

Salt upon the air that swims

On the shores of the seas of the south

We shall go to the sea late summer

Without gravity or edge

Without the trappings of fashion

With nothing that needs to be said.

We shall go to the sea late summer

When a faraway storm brings waves

When the moon is waxen yellow and low

We shall go to the sea and be saved.

Make me an honest man

Make me on honest man

This tongue of mine so lose and free

For I believe there's one who can

Carry this rich hyperbole.

Would you make me an honest man

I have such sweet, fine things to say

So few who gently understand

These words so often throwaway.

Oh, let me shower them on you

In whispered passion or sweet jest

Be one to make these words ring true

Make them not lies upon my chest.

If I should say that in your eye

Is all beauty one soul could bear

Could you make this not some coarse lie

Oh, make me honest if you care.

Were I to call your touch divine

Could you make that phrase ring true

Whisper you've a heart so kind

Could you make that truthful too.

If I sung there's nothing better

Than to spend my days with you

Would your spirit make the letter

Of this commandment ever true.

Oh love make me an honest man

How sweet nothings flow from my lips

And rising flames they unseen fan

This careful tongue so often slips

And with it words slip to your soul

Like diamonds on your heart to hold

To speak in lies does leave me cold

Oh, make me an honest man.

I only wish to hold your hand

And sweet nothing seeds to flower

Would you make me an honest man

So rare that one has the power.

Thoughts of a grey day

Well, I guess it's a mess

Frayed trust is a hard set to adjust

All static

I can't ask you to do this

The edges of my cover

In lose filaments, the weave

Fading, unbraiding and disordered

Caught on the less populated edges

Like the first dogs

I must mutate to stomach

The rubbish, fed with rubbish

And fed up, to the gills.

These storms of mind worsen

There have always been squalls

Burnt carbon, methane

Now they are hurricanes

And the thick black pall

Hangs on the horizon for seasons

The only deliverance is mutation

Controlled cell growth under this light

Adaptation. The lodger left the toilet broken

My ex got drunk and pulled the guest

Of all, I know not what should be spoken

This frayed blanket is a mess.

Obama,history may see you as black

For America,

Obama, you were a great act

A mixed descent Kenyan

American of melted origin

But heritage, will see you as black.

In Damascus

They will see you as black

In Tripoli and Cairo

They will see you as black.

And all those in the Umma

With their homes on their backs

Well, they might just too

See you as black.

100 years since the Kaiser

Put Lenin on a train

The oil fields in flames

And your closer

The foreign legacy

Was a right Turkey.

You sold yourself so short

In memory of Ted Hughes

You deserved it

Outside the great court

After all our courtship

You sold yourself short

So short

Too cautious, so obvious

You chose less risk

Thinking it was safe

That he would never see you lit,

To turn your back on changing sea

And boat your passions on a lake.

Do you pretend

For a second

That I could not have made that conflict quicken

As you scurried sticky

Under the Plane trees.

I let you shrink

Not worth the ring

Not the worth the mink.

We pretended

Long after it all went awry

When you became offended

That I said your mother had surrendered

In Kent, to defeat.

And I became offended

That you couldn't think on your feet.

You can carry on pretending.

You won't forget me

Or forgive yourself

For missing out on love

However old you grow.

I saw your wedding photos

Who were you thinking of, what

That day?