Poems by Edwin Hails
Captain Spider
My name is Captain Spider
And I sail the winter sea
Yes my name is Captain Spider
And I sail the winter sea
I trade mystic herbs and spices
For good used human souls
I trawl the sea of misery
To the sand banks and the shoals
Bring out your young and lovely
And I'll take them away with me
Bring out your young and lovely
Bring out your sweet and strong
I'll return them to you ugly
I'll return them to you wrong
And if you should ever meet me
In the back docks of your mind
Well come into my parlour
Welcome into my crime
The Dog Song
I own a crystal dog
When he barks it's a jagged fog
When he snarls its like ceramic cogs crushing shiny carapaced beetles
When he whines it's a diamond sharp cry for love
I own a crystal dog
Fat and Fifty
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
And nobody wants to rock with you
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
I've got the middle-aged rock and roll blues.
I got a hat to cover my bald patch
A loose shirt to cover my guts
I got a hat to cover my bald patch
A loose shirt to cover my guts
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
And nobody wants to rock with you
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
I've got the middle-aged rock and roll blues.
I use caffeine to keep my speed up
I use Bex to calm my head
I use caffeine to keep my speed up
I use Bex to calm my head
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
And nobody wants to rock with you
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
I've got the middle-aged rock and roll blues.
I'm too old to be my own roadie
I really should have my head read
I'm too old to be my own roadie
I really should be home in bed
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
And nobody wants to rock with you
It's sad when you're fat and fifty
I've got the middle-aged rock and roll blues.
BONDING
There is an empty pleasure in chastity
A mindless joy in totality
But there is no bliss only small success
In Bonding with the Devil
A soldier spends his life on a Need to bleed basis
a copper spends his on a Need to catch the faceless
A junky spends your goods on Need Need elation
A judge spends His life on a needful obligation
There is an empty pleasure in chastity
A mindless joy in totality
But there is no bliss only small success
In Bonding with the Devil
Middle-class meridians whose essence is inarticulate
Bargain their brood for a beggar's bowl of power
Watchers on the sidelines feel no pain unless it rains
Or their team it is beaten on the day
There is an empty pleasure in chastity
A mindless joy in totality
But there is no bliss only small success
In Bonding with the Devil
Refugees spend their time looking for a home
The authorities spend theirs trying to stop them
I spend my time looking for a shaping
Whilst my shadow fills up on confusion
There is an empty pleasure in chastity
A mindless joy in totality
But there is no bliss only small success
In Bonding with the Devil
DRAGONS
The Dragons are coming back again
The witches the wizards the dark the arcane
There are witches on telly and while you wait
For five dollars a minute they'll tell you your fate
The modern dark ages are now at the door
And good becomes evil and less becomes more.
My sources are impeccable they come from above.
They channel to me with feelings of love.
The halt and the lame, the numb, the insane,
Are pushed in the gutter to live out our shame
The urbane monstrosities are selling atrocities,
Sincerity dripping like bane from their lips,
They smile at us with deep mendacity
And call special gods to take our reproof.
The Merlins in suits sell us wondrous visions
Of things we don't need for costs we cant live with.
The Dragons are coming back again,
The witches, the wizards, the dark, the arcane.
The Dragons are coming back again,
The Dragons are coming back again,
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Biographical sketch: I am a musician of some 36 years and a
rudely gentle artisitic soul.
Edwin Hails recommends:
Under Milkwood by Dylan Thomas
Reason: Story of a rather mad welsh village. Dylan Thomas's
brilliant poetry and his knowledge of human nature.
Recommendations for writers:
Free up your mind.
