For someone non-existent God has power
To wreck the world he learns from every hour.
He is not here or there or where at all
And yet we do have evidence of Fall.

Why must men be angry as they boast,
They can prove there is no Holy Ghost?
No benediction, blessing, nothing good
No meaning, nothing sacred, never Love.

For who is zero, who’s in the empty set?
God seems ever harder to forget
Men argue with red cheeks and suffer strokes
While God sits back, enjoys an evening smoke.

While Nothing shall remain and nausea sighs
Let’s enjoy the madness and the lies.

1

Please make your will before leaving the restaurant.

Are the gunmen just outside the door?

2

I can’t wait to get married. Paying bills, worrying about the mortgage or rent. Doing the washing and ironing men shirts. Wondering if we can afford hot water. Ditto children.

Being too worried to feel desire lust or greed I need to see a psychotherapist. Is there an open air zoo where I can see them in their natural habitat ?

3

I would like to seek asylum

Where are all those old mental hospitals that you could live in for years free of charge and that’s what you’ll be like after you have had ECT. It doesn’t charge you up.

December 7, 2015
Come back to me,my sweetheart

Don’t leave me all alone.

Come back to me,my darling

I can’t believe you’ve gone.

I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.

I’m crying’ cos I’m falling like a stone.

Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty

And my voice forever young.

Let me tempt you with my spirit

My laughter and my songs.

I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.

I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.

I thought maybe I’d follow,

To see where you have gone

But there’s a hand upon this tiller

That is not mine alone.

I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.

I’m crying, I’ve not seen you for so long

The hand upon my tiller

The mystery of the dark

The unknown one who lives in me

And sings like a skylark.

I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.

I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue.